Nuit De Noel Lyrics
| Song | Nuit De Noel |
| Artist | Marc Almond |
| Album | Heart of Snow |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Alexander Vertinsky | |
| Marc Almond & Boris Grebenshikov | |
| Once more I sent to you a letter | |
| Tenderly kissing its pages | |
| And opening the bottle of your evil perfume | |
| I'm inhaling its intoxication | |
| And then oh so clearly I see | |
| These thin black birds that are flying | |
| From the bottle they fly to the South | |
| From the bottle of Nuit de Noel. | |
| And soon once again comes the spring | |
| When the youthful violins of Venice | |
| Will dance out your grief and your sorrow | |
| Will dance out your gloom and despair | |
| And then your sins seems not as bad | |
| And your blue mistakes will become lighter | |
| Please don't be afraid to share all your spring kisses | |
| When almond trees begin to bloom. | |
| Please don't cry for me my dear friend | |
| I'm a bird that is frozen and sulking | |
| My Sharmanshik master he shows me no mercy | |
| He makes me dance non-stop all day | |
| And picking up the lucky tickets | |
| I stare at the unhappy faces | |
| And accompagnied by cries of Sharmanka | |
| I'm falling asleep on my feet. | |
| Once more I sent to you a letter | |
| And tenderly kissing its pages | |
| Don't be angry at me for an unhappy end | |
| So seductive are my bitter tears | |
| And due to your evil perfume | |
| All this is because of those black thoughts | |
| Flying like birds from the bottle to the South | |
| From the bottle called Nuit de Noel. |
| zuo qu : Alexander Vertinsky | |
| Marc Almond Boris Grebenshikov | |
| Once more I sent to you a letter | |
| Tenderly kissing its pages | |
| And opening the bottle of your evil perfume | |
| I' m inhaling its intoxication | |
| And then oh so clearly I see | |
| These thin black birds that are flying | |
| From the bottle they fly to the South | |
| From the bottle of Nuit de Noel. | |
| And soon once again comes the spring | |
| When the youthful violins of Venice | |
| Will dance out your grief and your sorrow | |
| Will dance out your gloom and despair | |
| And then your sins seems not as bad | |
| And your blue mistakes will become lighter | |
| Please don' t be afraid to share all your spring kisses | |
| When almond trees begin to bloom. | |
| Please don' t cry for me my dear friend | |
| I' m a bird that is frozen and sulking | |
| My Sharmanshik master he shows me no mercy | |
| He makes me dance nonstop all day | |
| And picking up the lucky tickets | |
| I stare at the unhappy faces | |
| And accompagnied by cries of Sharmanka | |
| I' m falling asleep on my feet. | |
| Once more I sent to you a letter | |
| And tenderly kissing its pages | |
| Don' t be angry at me for an unhappy end | |
| So seductive are my bitter tears | |
| And due to your evil perfume | |
| All this is because of those black thoughts | |
| Flying like birds from the bottle to the South | |
| From the bottle called Nuit de Noel. |
| zuò qǔ : Alexander Vertinsky | |
| Marc Almond Boris Grebenshikov | |
| Once more I sent to you a letter | |
| Tenderly kissing its pages | |
| And opening the bottle of your evil perfume | |
| I' m inhaling its intoxication | |
| And then oh so clearly I see | |
| These thin black birds that are flying | |
| From the bottle they fly to the South | |
| From the bottle of Nuit de Noel. | |
| And soon once again comes the spring | |
| When the youthful violins of Venice | |
| Will dance out your grief and your sorrow | |
| Will dance out your gloom and despair | |
| And then your sins seems not as bad | |
| And your blue mistakes will become lighter | |
| Please don' t be afraid to share all your spring kisses | |
| When almond trees begin to bloom. | |
| Please don' t cry for me my dear friend | |
| I' m a bird that is frozen and sulking | |
| My Sharmanshik master he shows me no mercy | |
| He makes me dance nonstop all day | |
| And picking up the lucky tickets | |
| I stare at the unhappy faces | |
| And accompagnied by cries of Sharmanka | |
| I' m falling asleep on my feet. | |
| Once more I sent to you a letter | |
| And tenderly kissing its pages | |
| Don' t be angry at me for an unhappy end | |
| So seductive are my bitter tears | |
| And due to your evil perfume | |
| All this is because of those black thoughts | |
| Flying like birds from the bottle to the South | |
| From the bottle called Nuit de Noel. |
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