Never Before at the Beauty of Spring Lyrics

Song	Never Before at the Beauty of Spring
Artist	Ordo Rosarius Equilibrio
Album	Make Love and War
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	作曲 : Tomas Pettersson
	作词 : Tomas Pettersson
	Never before, at the beauty of spring;
	Have I noticed the scent, of so many things
	Of maple and cherry, and roses of red;
	And the lingering stench, of the wandering dead
	No further than nature, I wander to breathe;
	The fluttering scent, of flowers and weeds
	The quickening scent, of upgrading pines;
	Refreshingly green, from the changing in times
	'Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow; the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
	Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain; wandering forth in golden rain'
	I heed to the singing, of birds in the sky;
	Roused by the sprouting, of life that revives
	I cherish this season, not lasting for long;
	Where the sounding of conflict, is blended song
	I heed to the crackle, of opening sprouts;
	At the beauty of springtime, where flowers arise
	I rest among grass, that is emerald green;
	Tranquil with a healthy, abundance of spleen
	'Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow; the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
	Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain; wandering forth in golden rain'
	Erect and majestic, of blistering crowns;
	The oak trees are growing, at the rising of time
	On freshly cut grass, on an emerald lawn;
	I heed to the sounding, and the making of spawn
	Never before, at the beauty of spring;
	Have I noticed the scent, of so many things
	Of lilies and daisies, and red pimpernel;
	And the fluttering scent, of the fires from Hell
	'Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow; the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
	Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain; wandering forth in golden rain'

	zuo qu : Tomas Pettersson
	zuo ci : Tomas Pettersson
	Never before, at the beauty of spring
	Have I noticed the scent, of so many things
	Of maple and cherry, and roses of red
	And the lingering stench, of the wandering dead
	No further than nature, I wander to breathe
	The fluttering scent, of flowers and weeds
	The quickening scent, of upgrading pines
	Refreshingly green, from the changing in times
	' Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
	Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain wandering forth in golden rain'
	I heed to the singing, of birds in the sky
	Roused by the sprouting, of life that revives
	I cherish this season, not lasting for long
	Where the sounding of conflict, is blended song
	I heed to the crackle, of opening sprouts
	At the beauty of springtime, where flowers arise
	I rest among grass, that is emerald green
	Tranquil with a healthy, abundance of spleen
	' Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
	Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain wandering forth in golden rain'
	Erect and majestic, of blistering crowns
	The oak trees are growing, at the rising of time
	On freshly cut grass, on an emerald lawn
	I heed to the sounding, and the making of spawn
	Never before, at the beauty of spring
	Have I noticed the scent, of so many things
	Of lilies and daisies, and red pimpernel
	And the fluttering scent, of the fires from Hell
	' Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
	Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain wandering forth in golden rain'

	zuò qǔ : Tomas Pettersson
	zuò cí : Tomas Pettersson
	Never before, at the beauty of spring
	Have I noticed the scent, of so many things
	Of maple and cherry, and roses of red
	And the lingering stench, of the wandering dead
	No further than nature, I wander to breathe
	The fluttering scent, of flowers and weeds
	The quickening scent, of upgrading pines
	Refreshingly green, from the changing in times
	' Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
	Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain wandering forth in golden rain'
	I heed to the singing, of birds in the sky
	Roused by the sprouting, of life that revives
	I cherish this season, not lasting for long
	Where the sounding of conflict, is blended song
	I heed to the crackle, of opening sprouts
	At the beauty of springtime, where flowers arise
	I rest among grass, that is emerald green
	Tranquil with a healthy, abundance of spleen
	' Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
	Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain wandering forth in golden rain'
	Erect and majestic, of blistering crowns
	The oak trees are growing, at the rising of time
	On freshly cut grass, on an emerald lawn
	I heed to the sounding, and the making of spawn
	Never before, at the beauty of spring
	Have I noticed the scent, of so many things
	Of lilies and daisies, and red pimpernel
	And the fluttering scent, of the fires from Hell
	' Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
	Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain wandering forth in golden rain'

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