| Song | Says Elliott |
| Artist | Sibylle Baier |
| Album | Colour Green |
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| 作曲 : Sibylle Baier | |
| 作词 : Sibylle Baier | |
| I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot | |
| I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot | |
| days keep growing short, nights too | |
| let us go then, you and I | |
| and try to unlearn, says Elliot | |
| he seeks for return and burns ancient love letters | |
| let us go then you and I and lie by marble stone says Elliot | |
| and put a record on the gramophone | |
| Lie down dear | |
| on the weed | |
| Don't weep dear | |
| gayly clad | |
| sadness is a radical quantity says Elliot | |
| sadness is a long brown ribbon, says he | |
| sadness is beautiful | |
| I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot | |
| I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot | |
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| zuo qu : Sibylle Baier | |
| zuo ci : Sibylle Baier | |
| I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot | |
| I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot | |
| days keep growing short, nights too | |
| let us go then, you and I | |
| and try to unlearn, says Elliot | |
| he seeks for return and burns ancient love letters | |
| let us go then you and I and lie by marble stone says Elliot | |
| and put a record on the gramophone | |
| Lie down dear | |
| on the weed | |
| Don' t weep dear | |
| gayly clad | |
| sadness is a radical quantity says Elliot | |
| sadness is a long brown ribbon, says he | |
| sadness is beautiful | |
| I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot | |
| I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot | |
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| zuò qǔ : Sibylle Baier | |
| zuò cí : Sibylle Baier | |
| I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot | |
| I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot | |
| days keep growing short, nights too | |
| let us go then, you and I | |
| and try to unlearn, says Elliot | |
| he seeks for return and burns ancient love letters | |
| let us go then you and I and lie by marble stone says Elliot | |
| and put a record on the gramophone | |
| Lie down dear | |
| on the weed | |
| Don' t weep dear | |
| gayly clad | |
| sadness is a radical quantity says Elliot | |
| sadness is a long brown ribbon, says he | |
| sadness is beautiful | |
| I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot | |
| I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot | |
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