歌曲 | Turn Loose the Swans |
歌手 | My Dying Bride |
专辑 | Turn Loose the Swans |
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[ti:Turn Loose The Swans] | |
[ar:My Dying Bride] | |
[al:Turn Loose The Swans] | |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : My Dying Bride |
[00:47.410] | So little of what we observe, is the girl herself. |
[01:03.220] | |
[01:06.280] | Elaborate, scented coiffers. |
[01:11.910] | |
[01:15.800] | Adieud'amour. |
[01:21.240] | |
[01:25.730] | Vast is the heirs ballroom. |
[01:29.800] | |
[01:33.680] | Let the rich give you presents. |
[01:39.820] | |
[01:44.060] | Heaven pours from her throat, as she sings and as she dances. |
[01:58.060] | |
[02:50.310] | The fumes of rich swine, honeyglazed and dripping, playing in the air. |
[03:04.310] | |
[03:05.690] | My mouth eager and wishing. |
[03:09.380] | |
[03:10.630] | But I return to this nightingale. |
[03:14.700] | |
[03:15.760] | Her hair all fiery red. |
[03:19.510] | |
[03:20.950] | Deep it is and wild. |
[03:24.570] | |
[03:25.940] | My weakness will be fed. |
[03:29.900] | |
[04:21.740] | Boys whipped on the alter of diana, sometimes until they died. |
[04:29.570] | |
[04:31.740] | The cunning wily merchant, and his four crippled horses. |
[04:41.240] | |
[04:54.870] | Tales told in warlike manner. |
[04:59.680] | |
[05:00.550] | The storyteller by the fire. |
[05:03.690] | |
[05:06.190] | While musing deeply on this sight, the songster stirred my desire. |
[05:15.250] | |
[06:18.620] | You are sweet and fine to listen to. |
[06:27.870] | |
[06:31.000] | Long tresses about her neck. |
[06:35.620] | |
[06:38.320] | Yet much is false. |
[06:41.630] | |
[06:45.900] | This mighty evening, I've seen no face. |
[06:56.640] | |
[07:01.330] | This is crushing me. |
[07:05.210] | |
[07:07.920] | My quill it aches. |
[07:11.610] | |
[07:31.090] | Turn loose the swans that drew my poets craft. |
[07:43.550] | |
[07:48.580] | I'll well in desolate cities. |
[07:51.340] | |
[07:57.340] | You burned my wings. |
[07:58.960] | |
[08:05.870] | I leave this ode, splendid victorious through the carnage. |
[08:16.120] | |
[08:23.250] | I wanted to touch them all. |
[08:25.490] | |
[08:31.680] | I wanted to touch them all. |
ti: Turn Loose The Swans | |
ar: My Dying Bride | |
al: Turn Loose The Swans | |
[00:00.00] | zuo ci : My Dying Bride |
[00:47.410] | So little of what we observe, is the girl herself. |
[01:03.220] | |
[01:06.280] | Elaborate, scented coiffers. |
[01:11.910] | |
[01:15.800] | Adieud amour. |
[01:21.240] | |
[01:25.730] | Vast is the heirs ballroom. |
[01:29.800] | |
[01:33.680] | Let the rich give you presents. |
[01:39.820] | |
[01:44.060] | Heaven pours from her throat, as she sings and as she dances. |
[01:58.060] | |
[02:50.310] | The fumes of rich swine, honeyglazed and dripping, playing in the air. |
[03:04.310] | |
[03:05.690] | My mouth eager and wishing. |
[03:09.380] | |
[03:10.630] | But I return to this nightingale. |
[03:14.700] | |
[03:15.760] | Her hair all fiery red. |
[03:19.510] | |
[03:20.950] | Deep it is and wild. |
[03:24.570] | |
[03:25.940] | My weakness will be fed. |
[03:29.900] | |
[04:21.740] | Boys whipped on the alter of diana, sometimes until they died. |
[04:29.570] | |
[04:31.740] | The cunning wily merchant, and his four crippled horses. |
[04:41.240] | |
[04:54.870] | Tales told in warlike manner. |
[04:59.680] | |
[05:00.550] | The storyteller by the fire. |
[05:03.690] | |
[05:06.190] | While musing deeply on this sight, the songster stirred my desire. |
[05:15.250] | |
[06:18.620] | You are sweet and fine to listen to. |
[06:27.870] | |
[06:31.000] | Long tresses about her neck. |
[06:35.620] | |
[06:38.320] | Yet much is false. |
[06:41.630] | |
[06:45.900] | This mighty evening, I ve seen no face. |
[06:56.640] | |
[07:01.330] | This is crushing me. |
[07:05.210] | |
[07:07.920] | My quill it aches. |
[07:11.610] | |
[07:31.090] | Turn loose the swans that drew my poets craft. |
[07:43.550] | |
[07:48.580] | I ll well in desolate cities. |
[07:51.340] | |
[07:57.340] | You burned my wings. |
[07:58.960] | |
[08:05.870] | I leave this ode, splendid victorious through the carnage. |
[08:16.120] | |
[08:23.250] | I wanted to touch them all. |
[08:25.490] | |
[08:31.680] | I wanted to touch them all. |
ti: Turn Loose The Swans | |
ar: My Dying Bride | |
al: Turn Loose The Swans | |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : My Dying Bride |
[00:47.410] | So little of what we observe, is the girl herself. |
[01:03.220] | |
[01:06.280] | Elaborate, scented coiffers. |
[01:11.910] | |
[01:15.800] | Adieud amour. |
[01:21.240] | |
[01:25.730] | Vast is the heirs ballroom. |
[01:29.800] | |
[01:33.680] | Let the rich give you presents. |
[01:39.820] | |
[01:44.060] | Heaven pours from her throat, as she sings and as she dances. |
[01:58.060] | |
[02:50.310] | The fumes of rich swine, honeyglazed and dripping, playing in the air. |
[03:04.310] | |
[03:05.690] | My mouth eager and wishing. |
[03:09.380] | |
[03:10.630] | But I return to this nightingale. |
[03:14.700] | |
[03:15.760] | Her hair all fiery red. |
[03:19.510] | |
[03:20.950] | Deep it is and wild. |
[03:24.570] | |
[03:25.940] | My weakness will be fed. |
[03:29.900] | |
[04:21.740] | Boys whipped on the alter of diana, sometimes until they died. |
[04:29.570] | |
[04:31.740] | The cunning wily merchant, and his four crippled horses. |
[04:41.240] | |
[04:54.870] | Tales told in warlike manner. |
[04:59.680] | |
[05:00.550] | The storyteller by the fire. |
[05:03.690] | |
[05:06.190] | While musing deeply on this sight, the songster stirred my desire. |
[05:15.250] | |
[06:18.620] | You are sweet and fine to listen to. |
[06:27.870] | |
[06:31.000] | Long tresses about her neck. |
[06:35.620] | |
[06:38.320] | Yet much is false. |
[06:41.630] | |
[06:45.900] | This mighty evening, I ve seen no face. |
[06:56.640] | |
[07:01.330] | This is crushing me. |
[07:05.210] | |
[07:07.920] | My quill it aches. |
[07:11.610] | |
[07:31.090] | Turn loose the swans that drew my poets craft. |
[07:43.550] | |
[07:48.580] | I ll well in desolate cities. |
[07:51.340] | |
[07:57.340] | You burned my wings. |
[07:58.960] | |
[08:05.870] | I leave this ode, splendid victorious through the carnage. |
[08:16.120] | |
[08:23.250] | I wanted to touch them all. |
[08:25.490] | |
[08:31.680] | I wanted to touch them all. |