| 作曲 : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
| The Distant Call | |
| One day in Fall | |
| I headed to the coast | |
| My back to the wind, | |
| My hairs flowed almost | |
| Like the waves on the sea | |
| My eyes strayed, free... | |
| Carry me over, carry me over | |
| Into the distance, far far away | |
| Carry me over, carry me over | |
| Thinkin' back of the good old times when we heard | |
| The distant call | |
| No warm farewell, | |
| No wishings to be back soon | |
| The nights were too cold, | |
| So we dreamed of better days | |
| Better than today | |
| My eyes strayed, free... | |
| Long ago on a foreign shore | |
| We heard a call as from the gale | |
| Many died in the cold embrace o' the sea | |
| On dead winds we sailed |
| zuo qu : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
| The Distant Call | |
| One day in Fall | |
| I headed to the coast | |
| My back to the wind, | |
| My hairs flowed almost | |
| Like the waves on the sea | |
| My eyes strayed, free... | |
| Carry me over, carry me over | |
| Into the distance, far far away | |
| Carry me over, carry me over | |
| Thinkin' back of the good old times when we heard | |
| The distant call | |
| No warm farewell, | |
| No wishings to be back soon | |
| The nights were too cold, | |
| So we dreamed of better days | |
| Better than today | |
| My eyes strayed, free... | |
| Long ago on a foreign shore | |
| We heard a call as from the gale | |
| Many died in the cold embrace o' the sea | |
| On dead winds we sailed |
| zuò qǔ : Marcel, SuidAkrA | |
| The Distant Call | |
| One day in Fall | |
| I headed to the coast | |
| My back to the wind, | |
| My hairs flowed almost | |
| Like the waves on the sea | |
| My eyes strayed, free... | |
| Carry me over, carry me over | |
| Into the distance, far far away | |
| Carry me over, carry me over | |
| Thinkin' back of the good old times when we heard | |
| The distant call | |
| No warm farewell, | |
| No wishings to be back soon | |
| The nights were too cold, | |
| So we dreamed of better days | |
| Better than today | |
| My eyes strayed, free... | |
| Long ago on a foreign shore | |
| We heard a call as from the gale | |
| Many died in the cold embrace o' the sea | |
| On dead winds we sailed |