| 歌曲 | Sun |
| 歌手 | Bel Canto |
| 专辑 | Rush |
| Even if I am tempted I won´t apologize to you. | |
| Those torn-out pages in my agenda are a few too many. | |
| I´ve started to count backwards and now | |
| I´m almost halfway through, | |
| but I fear that I never will get to zero. | |
| So, now I say «Oh, won't the sun rise over me». | |
| All I say is; «Oh, won´t the sun...». | |
| Even if I am tempted, I won´t apologize to you. | |
| You´ve got some tender arms to enfold you | |
| and still you´re spiteful. | |
| My soul is far from redemption, | |
| I must submit to what I´ve done | |
| and it´s to late for me now to beg for mercy. | |
| In that moment when I die, | |
| long before my heart decides to, | |
| Will I be whiped-out, erased? | |
| No, you will never see me surrender, | |
| I´m gonna keep my head held high | |
| and I know now in whom I can trust; nobody. | |
| So, now I say; «Oh, won´t the sun rise over me». | |
| All I say is; «Oh, won´t the sun...» | |
| All i´m saying is; «Oh, won´t the sun rise just for me». | |
| All I´m begging is... It got visual, didn´t it? | |
| It gets visible, well doesn´t it? | |
| It gets much too much, doesn´t it? | |
| And, so it has to end. |
| Even if I am tempted I won t apologize to you. | |
| Those tornout pages in my agenda are a few too many. | |
| I ve started to count backwards and now | |
| I m almost halfway through, | |
| but I fear that I never will get to zero. | |
| So, now I say Oh, won' t the sun rise over me. | |
| All I say is Oh, won t the sun.... | |
| Even if I am tempted, I won t apologize to you. | |
| You ve got some tender arms to enfold you | |
| and still you re spiteful. | |
| My soul is far from redemption, | |
| I must submit to what I ve done | |
| and it s to late for me now to beg for mercy. | |
| In that moment when I die, | |
| long before my heart decides to, | |
| Will I be whipedout, erased? | |
| No, you will never see me surrender, | |
| I m gonna keep my head held high | |
| and I know now in whom I can trust nobody. | |
| So, now I say Oh, won t the sun rise over me. | |
| All I say is Oh, won t the sun... | |
| All i m saying is Oh, won t the sun rise just for me. | |
| All I m begging is... It got visual, didn t it? | |
| It gets visible, well doesn t it? | |
| It gets much too much, doesn t it? | |
| And, so it has to end. |