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- The Sundays Folk Song 歌词
- The Sundays
- 音频工程师 : Dave Anderson/David Gavurin/Harriet Wheeler
夏夜的天空 和生来干涸的嗓子
Summer sky and a throat bone dry
田野一片金黄
And the fields are all gold
尘土飞扬的小路上我的脑子里诞生了一首歌
Dusty lane with a song in my brain
它击中了我的灵魂
And it stoned me to my soul
我爬到高处 向火而去
I climb higher move towards the fire
燃烧的太阳
Blaze sun
银色的树木 耳边呢喃的微风
Silver trees and a whispering breeze
是我目之所及 耳之所闻
are my sight and my sound
天堂的声音无法把握从路上拽走
And the thought of heaven couldn't drag me from the path
当我独自在此游荡
when i'm wandering here alone
我爬到高处 向火而去
I climb higher move towards the fire
如此耀眼的太阳
So blaze sun
注视着它直到从天空落下
Watch until it dies slow falling from the sky
褪去的太阳
Plae fading sun
呼~ 啊~ 呼~
Hooh~Ah hooh~
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