suicide Sunday歌词

The Friday Night Boys - Suicide Sunday I woke up sweatin' to a sinking sun, The front door's open and the TV's on, And I still can't remember. So tell me where we were and what we did last night, Were there really fireworks up in the sky? Does it eve

歌曲:Sunday(中英对照) 歌手:Sia 专辑:Colour The Small One 歌词制作: Max For those who`ve slept for those who`ve kept 那些睡着的人们 那些努力撑着的人们 Themselves jacked up How Jesus wept Sunday Sunday 主在哭泣 星期天...星期天 For those in need for those who speed 那些穷苦挣扎的人们 那些无法放慢脚步的人们 For t

[ti:] [ar:] [al:] [00:00.43]美国希腊裔高音女妖Diamanda Galas版本Gloomy Sunday, [00:04.61]与原版歌词不同, [00:07.41]原作描写为爱人之死所产生的自杀幻想, [00:10.95]DG版本则在第二段直接描写自己死后的葬礼. [00:14.17] [00:16.74]Sadly one Sunday, I waited and waited [00:28.80]With flowers in my arms, for the

I can't believe the news today Oh, I can't close my eyes And make it go away How long... How long must we sing this song? How long? How long... 'cause tonight...we can be as one Tonight... Broken bottles under children's feet Bodies strewn across th

Gloomy Sunday Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought Of ever returning you Would the

作词:林夕 作曲:Sam M Lewis/Rezso Seress/Laszlo Javor 编曲:陈辉阳/陈锦标 明无了期 沉睡也是种福气 烛光与诗歌与感想我早预备 钟声里鲜花似灰烬散落一地 这双脚这么重 终于不必着地 同伴别好奇 能令你们都伤悲 我突然欢喜 就这样长睡不起 Gloomy Sunday 来日了期 存在有甚么惊喜 你在何处 在浮生的我多妒忌 蒲公英要枯死至飞得到目的地 升起了的 亲爱的 总有一天堕地 无恨无爱 神父别要为此泄气 挂念谁 永别离 到最后亦一起 Gloomy Sund

La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la- (Oso keeyiampsaxo then vrisko allo lay manee) (trellee na me he kanee oso to piraos) Oh, you can kiss me on a Monday a Monday a Monday is very very goo

[ti:Gloomy Sunday] [00:18:00]Sunday is gloomy ! 星期天是令人沮丧的! [00:23:00]My hours are slumberless.我的末日即将来临. [00:27:00]Dearest,the shadows I live with are numberless.我最亲爱的,我生活的庇护所无穷无尽. [00:36:00]Little white flowers will never awaken you.白色的小花将不再能唤醒你. [00

Christian Death - Gloomy Sunday (Atrocities) Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you Sunday is gloomy, With

sunday is gloomy, 绝望的星期天, my hours are slumberless, 我的时间在沉睡, dearest, the shadows i live with are numberless , 亲爱的,我生活在无数暗影中 little white flowers will never awaken you , 白色的小花将不再能唤醒你 not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you 黑色的悲伤灵车!带走了你 ange

Sunday is gloomy; my hours are slumber-less Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever returning you Would they be angry

Gloomy Sunday (L. Javor / R. Seress / Lewis) Sunday is gloomy, My hours are slumberless, Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no though

Sunday, bloody Sunday Sunday, bloody Sunday I can't believe the news today I can't close my eyes and make it go away How long? How long must we sing this song? How long? How long? Tonight we can be as one, tonight Broken bottles under children's feet

Oh, you can kiss me on a Monday, a Monday, A Monday is very, very good, Or you can kiss me on a Tuesday, a Tuesday, A Tuesday in fact I wish you would. Or you can kiss me on a Wednesday, a Thursday A Friday and Saturday is best. But never, ever on a

Sunday is gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers Will never awaken you Not where the black coach Of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thoughts Of ever returning you Would they be angry If

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Gloomy Sunday Sarah Brightman Sunday is Gloomy My hours are slumberless Dearest, the shadows I live with are numberless Little white flowers will never awaken you Not where the black coach of sorrow has taken you Angels have no thought of ever return

防卫了剑 措手不及的却是 伤人语言 绕了一圈又一圈 找不到蓝天 反覆的掩饰的气味 说别问她是谁 笔尖在纸上断了思念 断了线 眼泪的咸爱过的甜 混合你相片在我房间 我们之间已经遥远 Sunday 专辑:傻孩子 歌手:阎韦伶 歌曲:Sunday

Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm Hmmm, etc. It's late in the night It's late in the night for a start It's quiet again Too much for noise to go on to Fill up the space To fill up the rooms on Sunday afternoon For your lovely ears Waiting for something to bre

(Doo ronde ronde ronde pa pa Doo ronde ronde ronde pa pa Doo ronde ronde ronde pa pa Doo oo oo oo ooo) Well I met him on a Sunday (oooooo) & I missed him on Monday (oooooo) Well I found him on a Tuesday (oooooo) & I dated him a Wednesday (oooooo)