Song | Fodder On My Wings |
Artist | Nina Simone |
Album | Let It Be Me |
作曲 : Simone | |
A bird fell to earth, reincarnated from her birth. | |
She had fodder in her wings. | |
She had dust inside her brains. | |
She flitted here and there | |
United States, | |
Switzerland, | |
France, England, everywhere. | |
With fodder in her wings. | |
And dust inside her brains. | |
Oh how sad. | |
Oh how sad. | |
Oh how sad. | |
She watched the people, how they live. | |
They've forgotten how to give. | |
They had fodder in they're brains. | |
They had dust inside they're wings. | |
She watched them how they tried to live. | |
They've forgotten how to give. | |
They had fodder in they're wings. | |
They had dust inside they're brains. | |
Oh how sad. | |
Oh how sad. | |
Oh how sad. | |
A bird fell to earth, reincarnated from her birth. | |
She had fodder in her wings. | |
She had dust inside her brains. | |
She flitted here and there | |
United States, | |
Switzerland, | |
France, England, everywhere. | |
With fodder in her wings. | |
And dust inside her brains. | |
Oh how sad. | |
Oh how sad. | |
Oh how sad. | |
She watched the people, how they live. | |
They've forgotten how to give. | |
They had fodder in they're brains. | |
They had dust inside they're wings. | |
She watched them how they tried to live. | |
They've forgotten how to give. | |
They had fodder in they're wings. | |
They had dust inside they're brains. |
zuò qǔ : Simone | |
A bird fell to earth, reincarnated from her birth. | |
She had fodder in her wings. | |
She had dust inside her brains. | |
She flitted here and there | |
United States, | |
Switzerland, | |
France, England, everywhere. | |
With fodder in her wings. | |
And dust inside her brains. | |
Oh how sad. | |
Oh how sad. | |
Oh how sad. | |
She watched the people, how they live. | |
They' ve forgotten how to give. | |
They had fodder in they' re brains. | |
They had dust inside they' re wings. | |
She watched them how they tried to live. | |
They' ve forgotten how to give. | |
They had fodder in they' re wings. | |
They had dust inside they' re brains. | |
Oh how sad. | |
Oh how sad. | |
Oh how sad. | |
A bird fell to earth, reincarnated from her birth. | |
She had fodder in her wings. | |
She had dust inside her brains. | |
She flitted here and there | |
United States, | |
Switzerland, | |
France, England, everywhere. | |
With fodder in her wings. | |
And dust inside her brains. | |
Oh how sad. | |
Oh how sad. | |
Oh how sad. | |
She watched the people, how they live. | |
They' ve forgotten how to give. | |
They had fodder in they' re brains. | |
They had dust inside they' re wings. | |
She watched them how they tried to live. | |
They' ve forgotten how to give. | |
They had fodder in they' re wings. | |
They had dust inside they' re brains. |