| 作曲 : Llanos, Llanos | |
| LA TURMIS | |
| He said he would wait until the end | |
| of times would come | |
| He thought at the end: things never turn | |
| the way you want | |
| Try to understand he was afraid | |
| the sound of words are full of empty | |
| space that feel | |
| the air of night | |
| no one comes around | |
| and make you cry | |
| things are always the same | |
| Try to understand he was afraid | |
| the sound of words are full of empty | |
| space that feel | |
| the air of night | |
| no one comes around | |
| and make you cry | |
| things are always the same | |
| He said he would wait until the end | |
| of times would come | |
| He thought at the end: things never turn | |
| the way you want | |
| Try to understand he was afraid | |
| the sound of words are full of empty | |
| space that feel | |
| the air of night | |
| no one comes around | |
| and make you cry | |
| things are always the same |
| zuo qu : Llanos, Llanos | |
| LA TURMIS | |
| He said he would wait until the end | |
| of times would come | |
| He thought at the end: things never turn | |
| the way you want | |
| Try to understand he was afraid | |
| the sound of words are full of empty | |
| space that feel | |
| the air of night | |
| no one comes around | |
| and make you cry | |
| things are always the same | |
| Try to understand he was afraid | |
| the sound of words are full of empty | |
| space that feel | |
| the air of night | |
| no one comes around | |
| and make you cry | |
| things are always the same | |
| He said he would wait until the end | |
| of times would come | |
| He thought at the end: things never turn | |
| the way you want | |
| Try to understand he was afraid | |
| the sound of words are full of empty | |
| space that feel | |
| the air of night | |
| no one comes around | |
| and make you cry | |
| things are always the same |
| zuò qǔ : Llanos, Llanos | |
| LA TURMIS | |
| He said he would wait until the end | |
| of times would come | |
| He thought at the end: things never turn | |
| the way you want | |
| Try to understand he was afraid | |
| the sound of words are full of empty | |
| space that feel | |
| the air of night | |
| no one comes around | |
| and make you cry | |
| things are always the same | |
| Try to understand he was afraid | |
| the sound of words are full of empty | |
| space that feel | |
| the air of night | |
| no one comes around | |
| and make you cry | |
| things are always the same | |
| He said he would wait until the end | |
| of times would come | |
| He thought at the end: things never turn | |
| the way you want | |
| Try to understand he was afraid | |
| the sound of words are full of empty | |
| space that feel | |
| the air of night | |
| no one comes around | |
| and make you cry | |
| things are always the same |