| 歌曲 | Argentic |
| 歌手 | Novembre |
| 专辑 | The Blue |
| 作曲 : Giovagnoli, Orlando, Orlando ... | |
| I lit the sunlight with my hands | |
| Knowing there's to be some reason for this ever coming dark | |
| All I want to find is a way | |
| For these cardboard wings to fly their blackened feathers up again | |
| Not a tiny breadcrumb trace | |
| To retrieve the lost Argentic pathway leading us away | |
| Oh, my naked angel face | |
| Now it is my turn to drag you to tomorrow | |
| All your light faded away | |
| 'Cause you've given all the strength you had to someone else | |
| Touch me and relieve me from the plague of sorrow | |
| Touch me and heal me with your silver colours | |
| Touch me... | |
| I lit the sunlight with my hands | |
| Knowing there's to be some reason for this ever coming dark | |
| Not a tiny breadcrumb trace | |
| To retrieve the lost Argentic pathway leading us away | |
| Touch me and relieve me from the plague of sorrow | |
| Touch me and heal me with your silver colours | |
| Touch me... | |
| I reached the Sun myself and found | |
| Nothing there to clear the reason for this ever coming grey | |
| And all that's left to find's the way | |
| (Back) to the fields of silver colours you once used to share with me |
| zuò qǔ : Giovagnoli, Orlando, Orlando ... | |
| I lit the sunlight with my hands | |
| Knowing there' s to be some reason for this ever coming dark | |
| All I want to find is a way | |
| For these cardboard wings to fly their blackened feathers up again | |
| Not a tiny breadcrumb trace | |
| To retrieve the lost Argentic pathway leading us away | |
| Oh, my naked angel face | |
| Now it is my turn to drag you to tomorrow | |
| All your light faded away | |
| ' Cause you' ve given all the strength you had to someone else | |
| Touch me and relieve me from the plague of sorrow | |
| Touch me and heal me with your silver colours | |
| Touch me... | |
| I lit the sunlight with my hands | |
| Knowing there' s to be some reason for this ever coming dark | |
| Not a tiny breadcrumb trace | |
| To retrieve the lost Argentic pathway leading us away | |
| Touch me and relieve me from the plague of sorrow | |
| Touch me and heal me with your silver colours | |
| Touch me... | |
| I reached the Sun myself and found | |
| Nothing there to clear the reason for this ever coming grey | |
| And all that' s left to find' s the way | |
| Back to the fields of silver colours you once used to share with me |