歌曲 | A Trace Of Blood |
歌手 | Pain of Salvation |
专辑 | Remedy Lane |
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作曲 : Gildenlöw | |
Touching ground | |
Going home to those | |
I miss Safe and sound | |
Weeks of exile turn to bliss | |
But there's something in her voice | |
When she' is calling me | |
A trace of blood to lead me | |
Trough roads of agony | |
With blood taste in my mouth | |
And clouds before my eyes | |
I kneel beside the bed | |
Where my bleeding dryad lies | |
Three young souls in misery | |
Hitting ground | |
Nausea wakes me up at dawn | |
Hopes are found | |
Dissected, turned and then | |
Withdrawn | |
A chair of steel and wire | |
Her legs are open wide | |
Helpless in myself | |
I stand there cold beside | |
The doctors stay away | |
Leave us with this dismay | |
To see the colours of a miracle | |
Fade and turn to grey | |
Then a cry and rivers of blood | |
Flow so sadly bringing you | |
Our dreams pour into a cold tray | |
Two young souls in misery | |
Missing you | |
I never knew your name but | |
I will miss you just the same | |
I was to live for you | |
I lost the will to live at all the day you came | |
It'll never be the same but | |
I will love you just the same | |
You were to be the first, how wonderful | |
Now I will always fear to hope again | |
The irony | |
Of seeing me whispering through her skin | |
So joyfully | |
To our child there deep within | |
Or of when she called to me | |
To tell me cheerfully | |
That she had seen our shape | |
On a hospital screen | |
And of nurses being concerned | |
That you never moved or turned | |
Too late we see the warning | |
Too late we learn [Hallgren] [Gildenlow] | |
I never saw your face and now you're gone without a trace | |
Except the trace of blood that's deeply scarred into my eyes | |
To fill your place | |
It'll never be the same but | |
I will love you just the same | |
I was prepared to be your father | |
How can I ever prepare for that again? | |
Still I follow that trace of blood | |
Always leading back to you | |
Hollow years of damming that flood | |
Two young souls in misery | |
Missing you... missing you... |
zuo qu : Gildenl w | |
Touching ground | |
Going home to those | |
I miss Safe and sound | |
Weeks of exile turn to bliss | |
But there' s something in her voice | |
When she' is calling me | |
A trace of blood to lead me | |
Trough roads of agony | |
With blood taste in my mouth | |
And clouds before my eyes | |
I kneel beside the bed | |
Where my bleeding dryad lies | |
Three young souls in misery | |
Hitting ground | |
Nausea wakes me up at dawn | |
Hopes are found | |
Dissected, turned and then | |
Withdrawn | |
A chair of steel and wire | |
Her legs are open wide | |
Helpless in myself | |
I stand there cold beside | |
The doctors stay away | |
Leave us with this dismay | |
To see the colours of a miracle | |
Fade and turn to grey | |
Then a cry and rivers of blood | |
Flow so sadly bringing you | |
Our dreams pour into a cold tray | |
Two young souls in misery | |
Missing you | |
I never knew your name but | |
I will miss you just the same | |
I was to live for you | |
I lost the will to live at all the day you came | |
It' ll never be the same but | |
I will love you just the same | |
You were to be the first, how wonderful | |
Now I will always fear to hope again | |
The irony | |
Of seeing me whispering through her skin | |
So joyfully | |
To our child there deep within | |
Or of when she called to me | |
To tell me cheerfully | |
That she had seen our shape | |
On a hospital screen | |
And of nurses being concerned | |
That you never moved or turned | |
Too late we see the warning | |
Too late we learn Hallgren Gildenlow | |
I never saw your face and now you' re gone without a trace | |
Except the trace of blood that' s deeply scarred into my eyes | |
To fill your place | |
It' ll never be the same but | |
I will love you just the same | |
I was prepared to be your father | |
How can I ever prepare for that again? | |
Still I follow that trace of blood | |
Always leading back to you | |
Hollow years of damming that flood | |
Two young souls in misery | |
Missing you... missing you... |
zuò qǔ : Gildenl w | |
Touching ground | |
Going home to those | |
I miss Safe and sound | |
Weeks of exile turn to bliss | |
But there' s something in her voice | |
When she' is calling me | |
A trace of blood to lead me | |
Trough roads of agony | |
With blood taste in my mouth | |
And clouds before my eyes | |
I kneel beside the bed | |
Where my bleeding dryad lies | |
Three young souls in misery | |
Hitting ground | |
Nausea wakes me up at dawn | |
Hopes are found | |
Dissected, turned and then | |
Withdrawn | |
A chair of steel and wire | |
Her legs are open wide | |
Helpless in myself | |
I stand there cold beside | |
The doctors stay away | |
Leave us with this dismay | |
To see the colours of a miracle | |
Fade and turn to grey | |
Then a cry and rivers of blood | |
Flow so sadly bringing you | |
Our dreams pour into a cold tray | |
Two young souls in misery | |
Missing you | |
I never knew your name but | |
I will miss you just the same | |
I was to live for you | |
I lost the will to live at all the day you came | |
It' ll never be the same but | |
I will love you just the same | |
You were to be the first, how wonderful | |
Now I will always fear to hope again | |
The irony | |
Of seeing me whispering through her skin | |
So joyfully | |
To our child there deep within | |
Or of when she called to me | |
To tell me cheerfully | |
That she had seen our shape | |
On a hospital screen | |
And of nurses being concerned | |
That you never moved or turned | |
Too late we see the warning | |
Too late we learn Hallgren Gildenlow | |
I never saw your face and now you' re gone without a trace | |
Except the trace of blood that' s deeply scarred into my eyes | |
To fill your place | |
It' ll never be the same but | |
I will love you just the same | |
I was prepared to be your father | |
How can I ever prepare for that again? | |
Still I follow that trace of blood | |
Always leading back to you | |
Hollow years of damming that flood | |
Two young souls in misery | |
Missing you... missing you... |
[01:51.000] | 触碰着地面 |
[01:57.000] | 回家为了那些 |
[01:59.000] | 我想念的安全和声音 |
[02:08.000] | 流亡周变成了幸福 |
[02:13.000] | 但是她的声音里夹杂着一些东西 |
[02:16.000] | 当她给我打电话时 |
[02:19.000] | 一摊血迹带给我 |
[02:21.000] | 通过痛苦的道路 |
[02:24.000] | 我的口中有血的味道 |
[02:27.000] | 和在我眼前的云 |
[02:29.000] | 我跪在床边 |
[02:31.000] | 我流血的地方在哪里? |
[02:34.000] | 三个在痛苦中的年轻灵魂 |
[02:50.000] | 敲打着地面 |
[02:56.000] | 在黎明时恶心感叫醒了我 |
[03:01.000] | 希望被发现 |
[03:06.000] | 解刨,转身然后 |
[03:09.000] | 取出 |
[03:12.000] | 充满钢和钢丝的椅子 |
[03:14.000] | 她的腿张开了 |
[03:17.000] | 我自己感到无奈 |
[03:20.000] | 我站在那边发冷 |
[03:23.000] | 医生远离我们 |
[03:26.000] | 让我们感到沮丧 |
[03:28.000] | 看到奇迹的颜色 |
[03:31.000] | 淡化并变为灰色 |
[03:33.000] | 接下来是一阵哭泣和血河 |
[03:39.000] | 带给你如此悲伤的流动 |
[03:43.000] | 我们的梦想倒入冷盘 |
[03:49.000] | 两个在痛苦中的年轻灵魂 |
[03:51.000] | 想念你 |
[04:18.000] | 我从不知道你的名字 |
[04:20.000] | 我依然会一样地想念你 |
[04:23.000] | 我曾为你而活 |
[04:25.000] | 但在你来临的那天我失去了生活的意志 |
[04:30.000] | 我不会一直悲伤下去但是 |
[04:32.000] | 我也会一样爱你 |
[04:35.000] | 你是那第一个,多么地美妙 |
[04:39.000] | 现在我总是害怕再次希望 |
[05:12.000] | 讽刺的是 |
[05:17.000] | 看到我在她的皮肤上窃窃私语 |
[05:23.000] | 如此地快乐 |
[05:28.000] | 我们的孩子在内心深处 |
[05:33.000] | 或者当她打电话给我时 |
[05:36.000] | 高兴地告诉我 |
[05:39.000] | 她看到了我们的形状 |
[05:41.000] | 在医院的屏幕上 |
[05:44.000] | 护士过来关心 |
[05:47.000] | 你从未移动过或是转身过来 |
[05:50.000] | 太迟了 我们看见了警告 |
[05:53.000] | 太迟了 我们学到了 |
[06:56.000] | 我从来没有看清过你的脸 现在你已经离开了 没有任何痕迹 |
[07:01.000] | 除了在我眼中伤痕累累的血迹 |
[07:05.000] | 去填补你的位置 |
[07:08.000] | 我不会一直悲伤下去但是 |
[07:11.000] | 我也会一样爱你 |
[07:14.000] | 我准备成为你的父亲 |
[07:17.000] | 我怎么能再为此做出准备? |
[07:48.000] | 我依然跟着那摊血迹 |
[07:52.000] | 永远地回到你身边 |
[07:58.000] | 被洪水淹没的空洞岁月 |
[08:04.000] | 两个在痛苦中的年轻灵魂 |
[08:07.000] | 想念你... 想念你.... |