| 作曲 : Migala | |
| You might watch him, right now! At the office, when nobody's around. You might possibly see a rosary of pearls. Little tongues crossing his beard. And it's strange but confirms that old theory about time: Each day you exist you have more crowns to clean. | |
| So there he is, in the ill empty hall. Vainly trying to wipe his grieved soul. Feeling like a midnight queen of the house but knowing tomorrow it will be more than a crown. And it's strange but, at least for a while, I like that man, that fat boy that sweats and could be me. |
| zuo qu : Migala | |
| You might watch him, right now! At the office, when nobody' s around. You might possibly see a rosary of pearls. Little tongues crossing his beard. And it' s strange but confirms that old theory about time: Each day you exist you have more crowns to clean. | |
| So there he is, in the ill empty hall. Vainly trying to wipe his grieved soul. Feeling like a midnight queen of the house but knowing tomorrow it will be more than a crown. And it' s strange but, at least for a while, I like that man, that fat boy that sweats and could be me. |
| zuò qǔ : Migala | |
| You might watch him, right now! At the office, when nobody' s around. You might possibly see a rosary of pearls. Little tongues crossing his beard. And it' s strange but confirms that old theory about time: Each day you exist you have more crowns to clean. | |
| So there he is, in the ill empty hall. Vainly trying to wipe his grieved soul. Feeling like a midnight queen of the house but knowing tomorrow it will be more than a crown. And it' s strange but, at least for a while, I like that man, that fat boy that sweats and could be me. |
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