Countryside Bohemians 歌词

	作曲 : Cornelius, Solefald
	The train left westwards on a Saturday sunrise
	We rode along the linear scaffold
	To a fertile sidetrack
	Not yet been tamed
	By urban architecture
	Unknown in a rural village
	Tresspassing silent roads
	Deserted bu television natives
	Rows of rusty tracktors left behind
	To keep the sunset company
	We strived the valley sides
	Reached the bright blue castle
	It appeared in defiant solitude
	Spreading scraps of paint
	Out on the October sky surface
	From inside a giant panorama
	Our conversation evolved
	To women and witches and sex
	We ate the saucy beaf
	And dark rumanian red
	Before nightfall dragged us into its coat
	To watch to circular star belt
	Wrapping us tightly together
	In the pale flame of the parafin lamp
	A blue rope lowered onto glowing necks
	We entered the circle of branches spread out
	Like countryside bohemians
	Reeking of whiskey and wool
	The knife cut from grey to red
	A brotherhood of blood
	Dripping down on the heather
	And into the soil
	We were mystics balancing
	On the plunge of knowledge
	Ready to fall in ecstasy
	Of retire smart stupidity
	After a one-night stand
	With anima mundi

	zuo qu : Cornelius, Solefald
	The train left westwards on a Saturday sunrise
	We rode along the linear scaffold
	To a fertile sidetrack
	Not yet been tamed
	By urban architecture
	Unknown in a rural village
	Tresspassing silent roads
	Deserted bu television natives
	Rows of rusty tracktors left behind
	To keep the sunset company
	We strived the valley sides
	Reached the bright blue castle
	It appeared in defiant solitude
	Spreading scraps of paint
	Out on the October sky surface
	From inside a giant panorama
	Our conversation evolved
	To women and witches and sex
	We ate the saucy beaf
	And dark rumanian red
	Before nightfall dragged us into its coat
	To watch to circular star belt
	Wrapping us tightly together
	In the pale flame of the parafin lamp
	A blue rope lowered onto glowing necks
	We entered the circle of branches spread out
	Like countryside bohemians
	Reeking of whiskey and wool
	The knife cut from grey to red
	A brotherhood of blood
	Dripping down on the heather
	And into the soil
	We were mystics balancing
	On the plunge of knowledge
	Ready to fall in ecstasy
	Of retire smart stupidity
	After a onenight stand
	With anima mundi

	zuò qǔ : Cornelius, Solefald
	The train left westwards on a Saturday sunrise
	We rode along the linear scaffold
	To a fertile sidetrack
	Not yet been tamed
	By urban architecture
	Unknown in a rural village
	Tresspassing silent roads
	Deserted bu television natives
	Rows of rusty tracktors left behind
	To keep the sunset company
	We strived the valley sides
	Reached the bright blue castle
	It appeared in defiant solitude
	Spreading scraps of paint
	Out on the October sky surface
	From inside a giant panorama
	Our conversation evolved
	To women and witches and sex
	We ate the saucy beaf
	And dark rumanian red
	Before nightfall dragged us into its coat
	To watch to circular star belt
	Wrapping us tightly together
	In the pale flame of the parafin lamp
	A blue rope lowered onto glowing necks
	We entered the circle of branches spread out
	Like countryside bohemians
	Reeking of whiskey and wool
	The knife cut from grey to red
	A brotherhood of blood
	Dripping down on the heather
	And into the soil
	We were mystics balancing
	On the plunge of knowledge
	Ready to fall in ecstasy
	Of retire smart stupidity
	After a onenight stand
	With anima mundi

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