Waters Of Wide Agony - Die Verbannten Kinder Evas.lrc

LRC歌词下载
[02:57]Many the green isle needs must be
[03:00]In the sea of misery
[03:05]Or the mariner who's so worn and wan
[03:09]Never thus could voyage on
[03:13]Day and night, and night and day
[03:16]Always drifting on his dreary way
[03:21]Always been drifting on his dreary way
[03:24]Closing around vessel's track
[03:28]When dreamers seem to be
[03:32]Weltering through eternity
[03:35.500]And the dim low line be before
[03:39]Of a dark and distant shore
[03:44.700]Still recedes ever still
[03:48]Longing with divided will
[03:51.500]But no power to seek or stun
[03:55]He's ever drifting on and on
[03:59]Over the unresponsive wave
[04:04]To heaven of the grave
[04:08]What if there no friends will greet?
[04:11]What if there no hearts will ever meet?
[04:15]Wandering wherso'er he may
[04:18.500]Can he dream before the day
[04:24]To find refuge from distress
[04:27]In friendship's smile and in love's caress
[05:05]Many the green isle needs must be
[05:07]In the sea of misery
[05:11.500]Or the mariner who's so worn and wan
[05:15.500]Never thus could voyage on.
[05:21]Ay, many flowering islands lie
[05:24]In waters of wide agony
[05:28]To such an island a morning was led
[05:31.500]My bark by soft wind's swirls
文本歌词
Many the green isle needs must be
In the sea of misery
Or the mariner who's so worn and wan
Never thus could voyage on
Day and night, and night and day
Always drifting on his dreary way
Always been drifting on his dreary way
Closing around vessel's track
When dreamers seem to be
Weltering through eternity
And the dim low line be before
Of a dark and distant shore
Still recedes ever still
Longing with divided will
But no power to seek or stun
He's ever drifting on and on
Over the unresponsive wave
To heaven of the grave
What if there no friends will greet?
What if there no hearts will ever meet?
Wandering wherso'er he may
Can he dream before the day
To find refuge from distress
In friendship's smile and in love's caress
Many the green isle needs must be
In the sea of misery
Or the mariner who's so worn and wan
Never thus could voyage on.
Ay, many flowering islands lie
In waters of wide agony
To such an island a morning was led
My bark by soft wind's swirls