歌曲 | Beyond Words - featuring Burhan G |
歌手 | Outlandish |
专辑 | Closer Than Veins |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
With my right foot first | |
I stepped into the holy mosque | |
Upon the cold white marble | |
Where day and night people sat worshippin’, praying | |
Right and left, the mosque being cleaned | |
Shinin’, not a particle of dust | |
The carvings of marble, the plates of gold | |
The symmetry of the whole mosque | |
Yeah, the largest of it all | |
Then came the grandest of the whole | |
The big beautiful house of | |
AllahCovered with black cloth and gold leaf writin’ | |
My life flashed passed me, the good and the bad | |
Such a feeling, my brother, never ever felt | |
I hadA special bondage to the almighty | |
A sudden chill in me | |
Lookin’ around the large floor was filled with unity | |
Circling the beautiful house | |
Chanting, people sitting, prayin’ for forgiveness | |
Prayin’ to do better, | |
I witnessed | |
Takin’ a deep breath, tears was runnin’ | |
I ran around the black house, the ancient black house | |
Built by Ibrahim, peace be upon him, circlin’ 24 no doubt | |
I got closer, as did my heart, as did my soul, amazing | |
How everyone had their attention only on worshippin’ | |
All concerns forgotten, focused on prayin’ | |
Forgettin’ everything matters and happenings, just giving | |
I looked up in the sky thanking | |
Allah for this journey | |
Sayin’, "I swear I didn’t schedule to be here this earlyI thought I’d come here like pops in my forties and fiftiesAnd the doe I paid for the ticket was meant for some hobbyBut who am I to say if I will be alive tomorrowOr 20 years from now, will my health be able to follow?" | |
For a moment | |
I pictured myself 6 feet deep | |
In the cemetery, my corps in the same white sheets | |
Allah holds the master plan and it’s already written | |
The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, it’s written | |
Looking back on my life | |
Life that’s gladly been given to me | |
Open my eyes and embrace the smile | |
Given to you and | |
ICon mi mano derecha abro la puerta | |
Mi madre me recibe con un periódico y una carta | |
Veo fotos de mi padre abatido por disparos | |
De momentos ya yo espero | |
Que mis lágrimas caigan, me preparo | |
Me sorprende que mis ojos estén | |
Secos y mi alma esté calmada | |
En mi cuerpo no hay dolor por una persona ya olvidada | |
Staring outside | |
There was something | |
I realized | |
Tomorrow the sun will rise and together | |
Will see the beauty of eternity | |
Salgo a caminar y despejar mis pensamientos | |
Lo normal sería sufrimiento | |
O un parecido sentimiento | |
Le pido a | |
Dios que lo amparé en sus últimos momentos | |
Looking back on my life | |
Life, that’s gladly been given to me | |
Open my eyes and embrace the smile | |
Given to you and | |
ILooking back on my life | |
No regret, only the sweet journey | |
Lessons from the simple steps | |
Taking by you and | |
IWith my right hand first | |
I open the door to the room | |
Where my woman gave birth | |
To my first born son | |
Only minutes before | |
I was in the waiting room, nervous | |
Mom's giving me comfort | |
Family support | |
As I approached, | |
I could hear him crying | |
I didn’t notice that my tears were running | |
Pictured myself for a moment | |
In the arms of my father | |
Flashback to the bended shoulders | |
On which I’d sit grabbing his finger | |
Taking my first step | |
Would I become like him? | |
After a certain age bottle up | |
Stop showing love | |
But cold handshakes throughout the years | |
Replaced by hugs | |
Father whispered in his ears | |
The family was gathered | |
Pictures were taken | |
My hands still shaking | |
My joy was beyond words, him in my arms | |
Three generations of tears running so calm | |
He came with | |
Gods blessing | |
And grace, so we named him | |
FaizanIf I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it | |
And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it | |
But if I worship you for your own being | |
Don’t withhold from me your everlasting beauty | |
If I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it | |
And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it | |
But if I worship you for your own being | |
Don’t withhold from me your everlasting beauty |
With my right foot first | |
I stepped into the holy mosque | |
Upon the cold white marble | |
Where day and night people sat worshippin', praying | |
Right and left, the mosque being cleaned | |
Shinin', not a particle of dust | |
The carvings of marble, the plates of gold | |
The symmetry of the whole mosque | |
Yeah, the largest of it all | |
Then came the grandest of the whole | |
The big beautiful house of | |
AllahCovered with black cloth and gold leaf writin' | |
My life flashed passed me, the good and the bad | |
Such a feeling, my brother, never ever felt | |
I hadA special bondage to the almighty | |
A sudden chill in me | |
Lookin' around the large floor was filled with unity | |
Circling the beautiful house | |
Chanting, people sitting, prayin' for forgiveness | |
Prayin' to do better, | |
I witnessed | |
Takin' a deep breath, tears was runnin' | |
I ran around the black house, the ancient black house | |
Built by Ibrahim, peace be upon him, circlin' 24 no doubt | |
I got closer, as did my heart, as did my soul, amazing | |
How everyone had their attention only on worshippin' | |
All concerns forgotten, focused on prayin' | |
Forgettin' everything matters and happenings, just giving | |
I looked up in the sky thanking | |
Allah for this journey | |
Sayin', " I swear I didn' t schedule to be here this earlyI thought I' d come here like pops in my forties and fiftiesAnd the doe I paid for the ticket was meant for some hobbyBut who am I to say if I will be alive tomorrowOr 20 years from now, will my health be able to follow?" | |
For a moment | |
I pictured myself 6 feet deep | |
In the cemetery, my corps in the same white sheets | |
Allah holds the master plan and it' s already written | |
The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, it' s written | |
Looking back on my life | |
Life that' s gladly been given to me | |
Open my eyes and embrace the smile | |
Given to you and | |
ICon mi mano derecha abro la puerta | |
Mi madre me recibe con un perio dico y una carta | |
Veo fotos de mi padre abatido por disparos | |
De momentos ya yo espero | |
Que mis la grimas caigan, me preparo | |
Me sorprende que mis ojos este n | |
Secos y mi alma este calmada | |
En mi cuerpo no hay dolor por una persona ya olvidada | |
Staring outside | |
There was something | |
I realized | |
Tomorrow the sun will rise and together | |
Will see the beauty of eternity | |
Salgo a caminar y despejar mis pensamientos | |
Lo normal seri a sufrimiento | |
O un parecido sentimiento | |
Le pido a | |
Dios que lo ampare en sus u ltimos momentos | |
Looking back on my life | |
Life, that' s gladly been given to me | |
Open my eyes and embrace the smile | |
Given to you and | |
ILooking back on my life | |
No regret, only the sweet journey | |
Lessons from the simple steps | |
Taking by you and | |
IWith my right hand first | |
I open the door to the room | |
Where my woman gave birth | |
To my first born son | |
Only minutes before | |
I was in the waiting room, nervous | |
Mom' s giving me comfort | |
Family support | |
As I approached, | |
I could hear him crying | |
I didn' t notice that my tears were running | |
Pictured myself for a moment | |
In the arms of my father | |
Flashback to the bended shoulders | |
On which I' d sit grabbing his finger | |
Taking my first step | |
Would I become like him? | |
After a certain age bottle up | |
Stop showing love | |
But cold handshakes throughout the years | |
Replaced by hugs | |
Father whispered in his ears | |
The family was gathered | |
Pictures were taken | |
My hands still shaking | |
My joy was beyond words, him in my arms | |
Three generations of tears running so calm | |
He came with | |
Gods blessing | |
And grace, so we named him | |
FaizanIf I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it | |
And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it | |
But if I worship you for your own being | |
Don' t withhold from me your everlasting beauty | |
If I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it | |
And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it | |
But if I worship you for your own being | |
Don' t withhold from me your everlasting beauty |
With my right foot first | |
I stepped into the holy mosque | |
Upon the cold white marble | |
Where day and night people sat worshippin', praying | |
Right and left, the mosque being cleaned | |
Shinin', not a particle of dust | |
The carvings of marble, the plates of gold | |
The symmetry of the whole mosque | |
Yeah, the largest of it all | |
Then came the grandest of the whole | |
The big beautiful house of | |
AllahCovered with black cloth and gold leaf writin' | |
My life flashed passed me, the good and the bad | |
Such a feeling, my brother, never ever felt | |
I hadA special bondage to the almighty | |
A sudden chill in me | |
Lookin' around the large floor was filled with unity | |
Circling the beautiful house | |
Chanting, people sitting, prayin' for forgiveness | |
Prayin' to do better, | |
I witnessed | |
Takin' a deep breath, tears was runnin' | |
I ran around the black house, the ancient black house | |
Built by Ibrahim, peace be upon him, circlin' 24 no doubt | |
I got closer, as did my heart, as did my soul, amazing | |
How everyone had their attention only on worshippin' | |
All concerns forgotten, focused on prayin' | |
Forgettin' everything matters and happenings, just giving | |
I looked up in the sky thanking | |
Allah for this journey | |
Sayin', " I swear I didn' t schedule to be here this earlyI thought I' d come here like pops in my forties and fiftiesAnd the doe I paid for the ticket was meant for some hobbyBut who am I to say if I will be alive tomorrowOr 20 years from now, will my health be able to follow?" | |
For a moment | |
I pictured myself 6 feet deep | |
In the cemetery, my corps in the same white sheets | |
Allah holds the master plan and it' s already written | |
The pens are withdrawn, the pages are dry, it' s written | |
Looking back on my life | |
Life that' s gladly been given to me | |
Open my eyes and embrace the smile | |
Given to you and | |
ICon mi mano derecha abro la puerta | |
Mi madre me recibe con un perió dico y una carta | |
Veo fotos de mi padre abatido por disparos | |
De momentos ya yo espero | |
Que mis lá grimas caigan, me preparo | |
Me sorprende que mis ojos esté n | |
Secos y mi alma esté calmada | |
En mi cuerpo no hay dolor por una persona ya olvidada | |
Staring outside | |
There was something | |
I realized | |
Tomorrow the sun will rise and together | |
Will see the beauty of eternity | |
Salgo a caminar y despejar mis pensamientos | |
Lo normal serí a sufrimiento | |
O un parecido sentimiento | |
Le pido a | |
Dios que lo amparé en sus ú ltimos momentos | |
Looking back on my life | |
Life, that' s gladly been given to me | |
Open my eyes and embrace the smile | |
Given to you and | |
ILooking back on my life | |
No regret, only the sweet journey | |
Lessons from the simple steps | |
Taking by you and | |
IWith my right hand first | |
I open the door to the room | |
Where my woman gave birth | |
To my first born son | |
Only minutes before | |
I was in the waiting room, nervous | |
Mom' s giving me comfort | |
Family support | |
As I approached, | |
I could hear him crying | |
I didn' t notice that my tears were running | |
Pictured myself for a moment | |
In the arms of my father | |
Flashback to the bended shoulders | |
On which I' d sit grabbing his finger | |
Taking my first step | |
Would I become like him? | |
After a certain age bottle up | |
Stop showing love | |
But cold handshakes throughout the years | |
Replaced by hugs | |
Father whispered in his ears | |
The family was gathered | |
Pictures were taken | |
My hands still shaking | |
My joy was beyond words, him in my arms | |
Three generations of tears running so calm | |
He came with | |
Gods blessing | |
And grace, so we named him | |
FaizanIf I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it | |
And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it | |
But if I worship you for your own being | |
Don' t withhold from me your everlasting beauty | |
If I worship you in fear of hell, burn me in it | |
And if I worship you in hope of paradise, exclude me from it | |
But if I worship you for your own being | |
Don' t withhold from me your everlasting beauty |