Song | Flower Bud |
Artist | Corde Oblique |
Album | The Stones of Naples |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Corde Oblique | |
作词 : Corde Oblique | |
Blossom, routinely; | |
blossom, without habit... | |
So as | |
the violin’s trill | |
embellishes a melody | |
without touching it. | |
He gave (a) | |
date to the world | |
and every year he respects it. | |
He respects it as he | |
blossoms | |
on an effort, masking it by grace. | |
And now your pledge | |
is in my | |
olfaction, | |
this is the difference: | |
perfume flies (away), | |
while the smell | |
endures... | |
(There’s) no time for describing, | |
now it’s time to feel, | |
thanks | |
for being on time | |
to fill, to soak | |
my earth of yourself. | |
As families do | |
with (their) dresses, | |
fill my earth of yourself! | |
A flower for my | |
land |
zuo qu : Corde Oblique | |
zuo ci : Corde Oblique | |
Blossom, routinely | |
blossom, without habit... | |
So as | |
the violin' s trill | |
embellishes a melody | |
without touching it. | |
He gave a | |
date to the world | |
and every year he respects it. | |
He respects it as he | |
blossoms | |
on an effort, masking it by grace. | |
And now your pledge | |
is in my | |
olfaction, | |
this is the difference: | |
perfume flies away, | |
while the smell | |
endures... | |
There' s no time for describing, | |
now it' s time to feel, | |
thanks | |
for being on time | |
to fill, to soak | |
my earth of yourself. | |
As families do | |
with their dresses, | |
fill my earth of yourself! | |
A flower for my | |
land |
zuò qǔ : Corde Oblique | |
zuò cí : Corde Oblique | |
Blossom, routinely | |
blossom, without habit... | |
So as | |
the violin' s trill | |
embellishes a melody | |
without touching it. | |
He gave a | |
date to the world | |
and every year he respects it. | |
He respects it as he | |
blossoms | |
on an effort, masking it by grace. | |
And now your pledge | |
is in my | |
olfaction, | |
this is the difference: | |
perfume flies away, | |
while the smell | |
endures... | |
There' s no time for describing, | |
now it' s time to feel, | |
thanks | |
for being on time | |
to fill, to soak | |
my earth of yourself. | |
As families do | |
with their dresses, | |
fill my earth of yourself! | |
A flower for my | |
land |