| Song | Stains Of You |
| Artist | Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows |
| Album | A Strange Thing To Say |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea | |
| 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea | |
| In my version of the story, | |
| Nemo makes out with Arronax, | |
| below the surface of the oceans, | |
| in the uncharted, murky depths. | |
| In those lower regions of this world, | |
| where the cruel light reaches not, | |
| they kiss and touch, and kiss again | |
| oh, and then distroy some battle-ships | |
| In Captain Nemo's study, that red velvet lounge, | |
| after those symbolical cigars, | |
| they take turns playing that big organ | |
| wild symphonics that shake the walls. | |
| In my version of the story, | |
| on that old loveboat "Nautilus(t)", | |
| they are cruising happily forever | |
| Oh, and blowing battle-ships to dust. |
| zuo qu : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| zuo ci : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| In my version of the story, | |
| Nemo makes out with Arronax, | |
| below the surface of the oceans, | |
| in the uncharted, murky depths. | |
| In those lower regions of this world, | |
| where the cruel light reaches not, | |
| they kiss and touch, and kiss again | |
| oh, and then distroy some battleships | |
| In Captain Nemo' s study, that red velvet lounge, | |
| after those symbolical cigars, | |
| they take turns playing that big organ | |
| wild symphonics that shake the walls. | |
| In my version of the story, | |
| on that old loveboat " Nautilus t", | |
| they are cruising happily forever | |
| Oh, and blowing battleships to dust. |
| zuò qǔ : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| zuò cí : AnnaVarney Cantodea | |
| In my version of the story, | |
| Nemo makes out with Arronax, | |
| below the surface of the oceans, | |
| in the uncharted, murky depths. | |
| In those lower regions of this world, | |
| where the cruel light reaches not, | |
| they kiss and touch, and kiss again | |
| oh, and then distroy some battleships | |
| In Captain Nemo' s study, that red velvet lounge, | |
| after those symbolical cigars, | |
| they take turns playing that big organ | |
| wild symphonics that shake the walls. | |
| In my version of the story, | |
| on that old loveboat " Nautilus t", | |
| they are cruising happily forever | |
| Oh, and blowing battleships to dust. |