作曲 : Kokko, Kokko | |
In the middle of nowhere | |
Where the wild spruces grow | |
Stands a man with his chainsaw | |
Gloomy thoughts in his mind | |
Until my foot has gone to sleep I must have sawn | |
A million blocks of wood, no payment before | |
What a hell did I do wrong to deserve this trade | |
Feels like I'm a marionette, an errand boy, a slave | |
But I never give up | |
I will never give up | |
Gnawing bones, muscle cramps, backache | |
Coldness, warmth, heavy rains, mosquitos | |
And this goddamn saw that will never work | |
But with a madman's eyes I carry on, nothing they can do | |
A man with mystery | |
A man without history | |
A man with his story | |
A man with mystery | |
A man with mystery | |
A man without history | |
A man with his story | |
A man with mystery |
zuo qu : Kokko, Kokko | |
In the middle of nowhere | |
Where the wild spruces grow | |
Stands a man with his chainsaw | |
Gloomy thoughts in his mind | |
Until my foot has gone to sleep I must have sawn | |
A million blocks of wood, no payment before | |
What a hell did I do wrong to deserve this trade | |
Feels like I' m a marionette, an errand boy, a slave | |
But I never give up | |
I will never give up | |
Gnawing bones, muscle cramps, backache | |
Coldness, warmth, heavy rains, mosquitos | |
And this goddamn saw that will never work | |
But with a madman' s eyes I carry on, nothing they can do | |
A man with mystery | |
A man without history | |
A man with his story | |
A man with mystery | |
A man with mystery | |
A man without history | |
A man with his story | |
A man with mystery |
zuò qǔ : Kokko, Kokko | |
In the middle of nowhere | |
Where the wild spruces grow | |
Stands a man with his chainsaw | |
Gloomy thoughts in his mind | |
Until my foot has gone to sleep I must have sawn | |
A million blocks of wood, no payment before | |
What a hell did I do wrong to deserve this trade | |
Feels like I' m a marionette, an errand boy, a slave | |
But I never give up | |
I will never give up | |
Gnawing bones, muscle cramps, backache | |
Coldness, warmth, heavy rains, mosquitos | |
And this goddamn saw that will never work | |
But with a madman' s eyes I carry on, nothing they can do | |
A man with mystery | |
A man without history | |
A man with his story | |
A man with mystery | |
A man with mystery | |
A man without history | |
A man with his story | |
A man with mystery |