Paris (Percussive Workout)

歌詞

Time to toll the evening bell Erik maitre de chapelle Solemn music fills the Paris sky Listen, roses can be heard Counterpoints and without words A song that tells us you had laughing eyes You bear losses and crosses, vexations At home, alone, alone It’s irony that brought me here But you’re about to disappear behind your curtain of thorns divine You spun a web, shut the door Left the world behind once more Surrounded by the relics of your time Alone, alone On your own 27 years alone Hereupon a vagabond when you passed on, pass on On your own 27 years alone What have you done You got blood from a stone In your songs Sounds of laughter of someone alone All gone, come home