《L’étrangère au grand cur》歌词

[00:00:00] L’étrangère au grand cœur - Natasha Luna

[00:00:02] Written by：Natasha Luna Málaga

[00:00:55] Doom has descended from it's heights

[00:00:59] It's time to bring her flowers

[00:01:03] She nursed my heart from far

[00:01:08] Her lullabies they crossed the barrens

[00:01:31] Oh how she danced so frantic

[00:01:35] When she heard I was lacking trees

[00:01:40] From where I could hide from questions

[00:01:44] And where I could live unhealed

[00:01:48] She called the rain

[00:01:52] She called the rain

[00:02:13] She howled so hard she woke them

[00:02:18] They had to shoot her down

[00:02:23] The trees remained strong and dark

[00:02:27] Sometimes they extend their arms

[00:02:31] And squeeze their necks

[00:02:36] And rip their hearts

[00:02:40] And whisper to their children stories

[00:02:45] Of the man with the magic pipe

[00:04:12] My heart lies on her stone

[00:04:17] The wolves will pay respect

[00:04:21] A symphony of horror

[00:04:26] Will rise above their heads