歌曲 | Uneven Like Clouds |
歌手 | Cadaveria |
专辑 | In Your Blood |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Cadaveria | |
Earth, warmth, death. | |
Time wasted in building inconsistent hypothesis | |
waiting for all is adjusted | |
trying to justify the difference. | |
They are asking me to act without being. | |
Mood sensitive to variations, | |
To air and fire's vibrations. | |
Keep your honour and will unshakable | |
Direct your thought to powerful stars, | |
towards imposing aims, | |
towards great concrete spheres. | |
Why do things happen? | |
Why is it always so difficult? | |
Why is it always so complicated? | |
Perpendicular presences undermine my concentration, | |
Disturb, interfere, | |
Generate hysteria and misunderstanding. | |
Ironical... my regret is my source of energy. | |
I feel impulse to proceed | |
I feel impulse to be. | |
Clouds, clouds, but branches are still dressed with leaves | |
And for me it is still time of Spring | |
Undisputed. | |
Clouds... |
zuo qu : Cadaveria | |
Earth, warmth, death. | |
Time wasted in building inconsistent hypothesis | |
waiting for all is adjusted | |
trying to justify the difference. | |
They are asking me to act without being. | |
Mood sensitive to variations, | |
To air and fire' s vibrations. | |
Keep your honour and will unshakable | |
Direct your thought to powerful stars, | |
towards imposing aims, | |
towards great concrete spheres. | |
Why do things happen? | |
Why is it always so difficult? | |
Why is it always so complicated? | |
Perpendicular presences undermine my concentration, | |
Disturb, interfere, | |
Generate hysteria and misunderstanding. | |
Ironical... my regret is my source of energy. | |
I feel impulse to proceed | |
I feel impulse to be. | |
Clouds, clouds, but branches are still dressed with leaves | |
And for me it is still time of Spring | |
Undisputed. | |
Clouds... |
zuò qǔ : Cadaveria | |
Earth, warmth, death. | |
Time wasted in building inconsistent hypothesis | |
waiting for all is adjusted | |
trying to justify the difference. | |
They are asking me to act without being. | |
Mood sensitive to variations, | |
To air and fire' s vibrations. | |
Keep your honour and will unshakable | |
Direct your thought to powerful stars, | |
towards imposing aims, | |
towards great concrete spheres. | |
Why do things happen? | |
Why is it always so difficult? | |
Why is it always so complicated? | |
Perpendicular presences undermine my concentration, | |
Disturb, interfere, | |
Generate hysteria and misunderstanding. | |
Ironical... my regret is my source of energy. | |
I feel impulse to proceed | |
I feel impulse to be. | |
Clouds, clouds, but branches are still dressed with leaves | |
And for me it is still time of Spring | |
Undisputed. | |
Clouds... |