歌曲 | Moonshot |
歌手 | Dean & Britta |
专辑 | L' Avventura |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Sainte-Marie, St. Marie | |
Off into outer space you go my friends | |
We wish you bon voyage | |
And when you get there we will welcome you again | |
And still you'll wonder at it all | |
See all the wonders that you leave behind | |
The wonders humble people own | |
I know a boy from a tribe so primitive | |
He can call me up without no telephone | |
See all the wonders that you leave behind | |
Enshrined in some great hourglass | |
The noble tongues, the noble languages | |
Entombed in some great english class | |
Off into outer space you go my friends | |
We wish you bon voyage | |
And when you get there we will welcome you again | |
And still you'll wonder at it all | |
An anthropologist he wrote a book | |
He called it "myths of heaven" | |
He's disappeared, his wife is all distraught | |
An angel came and got him | |
His hair was light, his eyes were love, his words were true, | |
His eys were lapis lazuli | |
He spoke in a language oh so primitive | |
That he made sense to me | |
Off into outer space you go my friends | |
We wish you bon voyage | |
And when you get there we will welcome you again | |
And still you'll wonder at it all |
zuo qu : SainteMarie, St. Marie | |
Off into outer space you go my friends | |
We wish you bon voyage | |
And when you get there we will welcome you again | |
And still you' ll wonder at it all | |
See all the wonders that you leave behind | |
The wonders humble people own | |
I know a boy from a tribe so primitive | |
He can call me up without no telephone | |
See all the wonders that you leave behind | |
Enshrined in some great hourglass | |
The noble tongues, the noble languages | |
Entombed in some great english class | |
Off into outer space you go my friends | |
We wish you bon voyage | |
And when you get there we will welcome you again | |
And still you' ll wonder at it all | |
An anthropologist he wrote a book | |
He called it " myths of heaven" | |
He' s disappeared, his wife is all distraught | |
An angel came and got him | |
His hair was light, his eyes were love, his words were true, | |
His eys were lapis lazuli | |
He spoke in a language oh so primitive | |
That he made sense to me | |
Off into outer space you go my friends | |
We wish you bon voyage | |
And when you get there we will welcome you again | |
And still you' ll wonder at it all |
zuò qǔ : SainteMarie, St. Marie | |
Off into outer space you go my friends | |
We wish you bon voyage | |
And when you get there we will welcome you again | |
And still you' ll wonder at it all | |
See all the wonders that you leave behind | |
The wonders humble people own | |
I know a boy from a tribe so primitive | |
He can call me up without no telephone | |
See all the wonders that you leave behind | |
Enshrined in some great hourglass | |
The noble tongues, the noble languages | |
Entombed in some great english class | |
Off into outer space you go my friends | |
We wish you bon voyage | |
And when you get there we will welcome you again | |
And still you' ll wonder at it all | |
An anthropologist he wrote a book | |
He called it " myths of heaven" | |
He' s disappeared, his wife is all distraught | |
An angel came and got him | |
His hair was light, his eyes were love, his words were true, | |
His eys were lapis lazuli | |
He spoke in a language oh so primitive | |
That he made sense to me | |
Off into outer space you go my friends | |
We wish you bon voyage | |
And when you get there we will welcome you again | |
And still you' ll wonder at it all |