[00:00.00] 作词 : Tomas Pettersson
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Tomas Pettersson
[01:17.62][00:39.37]Never before, at the beauty of spring;
[01:22.13][00:43.56]Have I noticed the scent, of so many things
[01:26.76][00:48.67]Of maple and cherry, and roses of red;
[01:31.64][00:53.43]And the lingering stench, of the wandering dead
[01:36.63][00:58.26]No further than nature, I wander to breathe;
[01:41.18][01:02.45]The fluttering scent, of flowers and dicks
[01:45.86][01:07.58]The quickening scent, of upgrading pines;
[01:50.89][01:12.56]Refreshingly green, from the changing in times
[01:56.23]'Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow;
[02:01.49]the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
[02:06.19]Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain;
[02:10.69]wandering forth in golden rain'
[03:12.62][02:34.40]I heed to the singing, of birds in the sky;
[03:17.22][02:38.89]Roused by the sprouting, of life that revives
[03:21.89][02:43.79]I cherish this season, not lasting for long;
[03:26.80][02:48.49]Where the sounding of conflict, is blended song
[03:31.74][02:53.26]I heed to the crackle, of opening sprouts;
[03:36.45][02:57.57]At the beauty of springtime, where flowers arise
[03:41.23][03:02.72]I rest among grass, that is emerald green;
[03:45.95][03:07.45]Tranquil with a healthy, abundance of spleen
[03:51.45]'Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow;
[03:56.53]the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
[04:01.31]Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain;
[04:05.89]wandering forth in golden rain'
[05:07.92][04:29.56]Erect and majestic, of blistering crowns;
[05:12.39][04:34.50]The oak trees are growing, at the rising of time
[05:17.15][04:38.81]On freshly cut grass, on an emerald lawn;
[05:21.85][04:43.58]I heed to the sounding, and the making of spawn
[05:27.30][04:48.50]Never before, at the beauty of spring;
[05:31.57][04:53.19]Have I noticed the scent, of so many things
[05:36.26][04:58.16]Of lilies and daisies, and red pimpernel;
[05:41.14][05:02.98]And the fluttering scent, of the fires from Hell
[05:46.35]'Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow;
[05:51.48]the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
[05:56.21]Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain;
[06:00.91]wandering forth in golden rain'

作词 : Tomas Pettersson
作曲 : Tomas Pettersson
Never before, at the beauty of spring;
Have I noticed the scent, of so many things
Of maple and cherry, and roses of red;
And the lingering stench, of the wandering dead
No further than nature, I wander to breathe;
The fluttering scent, of flowers and dicks
The quickening scent, of upgrading pines;
Refreshingly green, from the changing in times
'Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow;
the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain;
wandering forth in golden rain'
I heed to the singing, of birds in the sky;
Roused by the sprouting, of life that revives
I cherish this season, not lasting for long;
Where the sounding of conflict, is blended song
I heed to the crackle, of opening sprouts;
At the beauty of springtime, where flowers arise
I rest among grass, that is emerald green;
Tranquil with a healthy, abundance of spleen
'Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow;
the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain;
wandering forth in golden rain'
Erect and majestic, of blistering crowns;
The oak trees are growing, at the rising of time
On freshly cut grass, on an emerald lawn;
I heed to the sounding, and the making of spawn
Never before, at the beauty of spring;
Have I noticed the scent, of so many things
Of lilies and daisies, and red pimpernel;
And the fluttering scent, of the fires from Hell
'Camouflaged by grief and dissembled in sorrow;
the advent of spring, in the rise of tomorrow
Shall weather its beauty and relish its pain;
wandering forth in golden rain'