| Song | This Time |
| Artist | Musty Luxury |
| Album | Hello My Dear |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Катачигова Сабина Эльхан Кызы | |
| 作曲 : Ермолаев Михаил Михайлович/Круглов Александр Анатольевич/Леонтьев Борис Ильич/Степанов Максим Александрович | |
| this time | |
| you have to believe it's not a dream | |
| just dream.. | |
| this time | |
| the colors and light and feathers | |
| were too real | |
| and nobody knows | |
| why this has to happen | |
| to you | |
| and now as it grows | |
| you feel your mind's exploding | |
| from the inside | |
| you still remember how it feels | |
| to fly above the buildings, | |
| you still feel the breath of wind | |
| how it licks your cheeks.. | |
| but it all ends up | |
| and you lose your disguise | |
| when you open your eyes.. | |
| this time | |
| you won't even doubt - it's not a dream | |
| just dream | |
| this time | |
| the colors and light and feathers | |
| are too real | |
| and nobody knows | |
| why this has to stop so soon | |
| so soon.. | |
| and now as it grows | |
| you feel your body's simply | |
| a balloon.. | |
| and you still remember how it feels | |
| to fly above the buildings, | |
| you still feel the breath of wind | |
| how it licks your cheeks.. | |
| but it all ends up | |
| and you lose your disguise | |
| when you open your eyes.. |
| zuo ci : | |
| zuo qu : | |
| this time | |
| you have to believe it' s not a dream | |
| just dream. . | |
| this time | |
| the colors and light and feathers | |
| were too real | |
| and nobody knows | |
| why this has to happen | |
| to you | |
| and now as it grows | |
| you feel your mind' s exploding | |
| from the inside | |
| you still remember how it feels | |
| to fly above the buildings, | |
| you still feel the breath of wind | |
| how it licks your cheeks. . | |
| but it all ends up | |
| and you lose your disguise | |
| when you open your eyes. . | |
| this time | |
| you won' t even doubt - it' s not a dream | |
| just dream | |
| this time | |
| the colors and light and feathers | |
| are too real | |
| and nobody knows | |
| why this has to stop so soon | |
| so soon. . | |
| and now as it grows | |
| you feel your body' s simply | |
| a balloon. . | |
| and you still remember how it feels | |
| to fly above the buildings, | |
| you still feel the breath of wind | |
| how it licks your cheeks. . | |
| but it all ends up | |
| and you lose your disguise | |
| when you open your eyes. . |
| zuò cí : | |
| zuò qǔ : | |
| this time | |
| you have to believe it' s not a dream | |
| just dream. . | |
| this time | |
| the colors and light and feathers | |
| were too real | |
| and nobody knows | |
| why this has to happen | |
| to you | |
| and now as it grows | |
| you feel your mind' s exploding | |
| from the inside | |
| you still remember how it feels | |
| to fly above the buildings, | |
| you still feel the breath of wind | |
| how it licks your cheeks. . | |
| but it all ends up | |
| and you lose your disguise | |
| when you open your eyes. . | |
| this time | |
| you won' t even doubt - it' s not a dream | |
| just dream | |
| this time | |
| the colors and light and feathers | |
| are too real | |
| and nobody knows | |
| why this has to stop so soon | |
| so soon. . | |
| and now as it grows | |
| you feel your body' s simply | |
| a balloon. . | |
| and you still remember how it feels | |
| to fly above the buildings, | |
| you still feel the breath of wind | |
| how it licks your cheeks. . | |
| but it all ends up | |
| and you lose your disguise | |
| when you open your eyes. . |