| Song | It Would Be Nice |
| Artist | Ian Gillan |
| Album | One Eye to Morocco |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Gillan, Morris | |
| It would be nice | |
| If the sun shone every day | |
| A full moon dressed in a starry night | |
| Could put us in the mood | |
| For dancing, romancing | |
| It would be nice | |
| If we keep this to ourselves | |
| If we hold on to our tranquility | |
| Storms are always passing | |
| Never lasting | |
| You worked so hard | |
| You had so much passion | |
| Thought you were hip | |
| But you slipped out of fashion | |
| You lost control | |
| You lost your mind | |
| And then you sold your soul | |
| It would be nice | |
| If the air was warm and clear | |
| Zephyrs rippling on our skin | |
| Exploring our senses | |
| Exquisite senses | |
| You worked so hard | |
| You had so much passion | |
| Thought you were cool | |
| But you dropped out of fashion | |
| You lost control | |
| You lost your mind | |
| Sold your soul | |
| Got left behind | |
| You were so immortal | |
| For a minute or two | |
| Everybody had | |
| A good look at you | |
| Now you're gone | |
| You left no mark | |
| You're forever in the dark | |
| You were so immortal | |
| For a minute or two | |
| We all had | |
| A good look at you | |
| Now you're gone | |
| You left no mark | |
| Stumbling around | |
| In the endless dark | |
| Now, just imagine if | |
| You trade ammunition | |
| For another way of life | |
| A more subtle proposition | |
| Have to believe | |
| There'd be a lot less waste | |
| And you'd appreciate the taste | |
| It would be nice |
| zuo qu : Gillan, Morris | |
| It would be nice | |
| If the sun shone every day | |
| A full moon dressed in a starry night | |
| Could put us in the mood | |
| For dancing, romancing | |
| It would be nice | |
| If we keep this to ourselves | |
| If we hold on to our tranquility | |
| Storms are always passing | |
| Never lasting | |
| You worked so hard | |
| You had so much passion | |
| Thought you were hip | |
| But you slipped out of fashion | |
| You lost control | |
| You lost your mind | |
| And then you sold your soul | |
| It would be nice | |
| If the air was warm and clear | |
| Zephyrs rippling on our skin | |
| Exploring our senses | |
| Exquisite senses | |
| You worked so hard | |
| You had so much passion | |
| Thought you were cool | |
| But you dropped out of fashion | |
| You lost control | |
| You lost your mind | |
| Sold your soul | |
| Got left behind | |
| You were so immortal | |
| For a minute or two | |
| Everybody had | |
| A good look at you | |
| Now you' re gone | |
| You left no mark | |
| You' re forever in the dark | |
| You were so immortal | |
| For a minute or two | |
| We all had | |
| A good look at you | |
| Now you' re gone | |
| You left no mark | |
| Stumbling around | |
| In the endless dark | |
| Now, just imagine if | |
| You trade ammunition | |
| For another way of life | |
| A more subtle proposition | |
| Have to believe | |
| There' d be a lot less waste | |
| And you' d appreciate the taste | |
| It would be nice |
| zuò qǔ : Gillan, Morris | |
| It would be nice | |
| If the sun shone every day | |
| A full moon dressed in a starry night | |
| Could put us in the mood | |
| For dancing, romancing | |
| It would be nice | |
| If we keep this to ourselves | |
| If we hold on to our tranquility | |
| Storms are always passing | |
| Never lasting | |
| You worked so hard | |
| You had so much passion | |
| Thought you were hip | |
| But you slipped out of fashion | |
| You lost control | |
| You lost your mind | |
| And then you sold your soul | |
| It would be nice | |
| If the air was warm and clear | |
| Zephyrs rippling on our skin | |
| Exploring our senses | |
| Exquisite senses | |
| You worked so hard | |
| You had so much passion | |
| Thought you were cool | |
| But you dropped out of fashion | |
| You lost control | |
| You lost your mind | |
| Sold your soul | |
| Got left behind | |
| You were so immortal | |
| For a minute or two | |
| Everybody had | |
| A good look at you | |
| Now you' re gone | |
| You left no mark | |
| You' re forever in the dark | |
| You were so immortal | |
| For a minute or two | |
| We all had | |
| A good look at you | |
| Now you' re gone | |
| You left no mark | |
| Stumbling around | |
| In the endless dark | |
| Now, just imagine if | |
| You trade ammunition | |
| For another way of life | |
| A more subtle proposition | |
| Have to believe | |
| There' d be a lot less waste | |
| And you' d appreciate the taste | |
| It would be nice |