作曲 : Llanos, Llanos | |
LA TURMIS | |
He said he would wait until the end | |
of times would come | |
He thought at the end: things never turn | |
the way you want | |
Try to understand he was afraid | |
the sound of words are full of empty | |
space that feel | |
the air of night | |
no one comes around | |
and make you cry | |
things are always the same | |
Try to understand he was afraid | |
the sound of words are full of empty | |
space that feel | |
the air of night | |
no one comes around | |
and make you cry | |
things are always the same | |
He said he would wait until the end | |
of times would come | |
He thought at the end: things never turn | |
the way you want | |
Try to understand he was afraid | |
the sound of words are full of empty | |
space that feel | |
the air of night | |
no one comes around | |
and make you cry | |
things are always the same |
zuo qu : Llanos, Llanos | |
LA TURMIS | |
He said he would wait until the end | |
of times would come | |
He thought at the end: things never turn | |
the way you want | |
Try to understand he was afraid | |
the sound of words are full of empty | |
space that feel | |
the air of night | |
no one comes around | |
and make you cry | |
things are always the same | |
Try to understand he was afraid | |
the sound of words are full of empty | |
space that feel | |
the air of night | |
no one comes around | |
and make you cry | |
things are always the same | |
He said he would wait until the end | |
of times would come | |
He thought at the end: things never turn | |
the way you want | |
Try to understand he was afraid | |
the sound of words are full of empty | |
space that feel | |
the air of night | |
no one comes around | |
and make you cry | |
things are always the same |
zuò qǔ : Llanos, Llanos | |
LA TURMIS | |
He said he would wait until the end | |
of times would come | |
He thought at the end: things never turn | |
the way you want | |
Try to understand he was afraid | |
the sound of words are full of empty | |
space that feel | |
the air of night | |
no one comes around | |
and make you cry | |
things are always the same | |
Try to understand he was afraid | |
the sound of words are full of empty | |
space that feel | |
the air of night | |
no one comes around | |
and make you cry | |
things are always the same | |
He said he would wait until the end | |
of times would come | |
He thought at the end: things never turn | |
the way you want | |
Try to understand he was afraid | |
the sound of words are full of empty | |
space that feel | |
the air of night | |
no one comes around | |
and make you cry | |
things are always the same |