[00:00.000] 作词 : Simona Ferrucci
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Simona Ferrucci
[01:02.372] Just like a diamond on the forehead
[01:07.149] staring at the ground,
[01:14.587] my lucid violence is coming
[01:19.566] twisting all around,
[01:27.183] My quite d***ation is waiting
[01:29.583] for a punishment:
[01:31.859] the wiser's compassion and laughters
[01:41.292] and confinement.
[02:41.328] As windows steams on the evening
[02:45.879] of a winter day,
[02:53.561] or stars keep crying in the ceiling
[02:58.292] their blasphemous prayers,
[03:05.756] I could still hear my voice screaming
[03:10.712] from the other room
[03:18.515] and could remember the close hugs
[03:23.172] of a tired womb.
[03:58.513] I was still living the brightest days,
[04:11.150] I was still living the brightest days.
[04:23.519] The more you push me to the light
[04:35.797] The more my blackest part is bright.

作词 : Simona Ferrucci
作曲 : Simona Ferrucci
Just like a diamond on the forehead
staring at the ground,
my lucid violence is coming
twisting all around,
My quite d***ation is waiting
for a punishment:
the wiser's compassion and laughters
and confinement.
As windows steams on the evening
of a winter day,
or stars keep crying in the ceiling
their blasphemous prayers,
I could still hear my voice screaming
from the other room
and could remember the close hugs
of a tired womb.
I was still living the brightest days,
I was still living the brightest days.
The more you push me to the light
The more my blackest part is bright.