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Nightwish – Song of Myself şarkı sözleri ve çevirisi (tıklatınca)

Song of Myself - Nightwish

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The nightingale is still locked in the cage

The deep breath I took still poisons my lungs

An old oak sheltering me from the blue

Sun bathing on its dead frozen leaves

A catnap in the ghost town of my heart

She dreams of storytime and the river ghosts

Of mermaids, of Whitman's and the ride

Raving harlequins, gigantic toys

A song of me, a song in need

Of a courageous symphony

A verse of me, a verse in need

Of a pure heart singing me to peace

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying

All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

All that great heart lying still

In silent suffering

Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end

What is left for encore

Is the same old Dead boy's song

Sung in silence

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying

All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

A midnight flight into Covington Woods

A princess and a panther by my side

These are Territories I live for

I'd still give my everything to love you more

A song of me, a song in need

Of a courageous symphony

A verse of me, a verse in need

Of a pure heart singing me to peace

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying

All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

All that great heart lying still

In silent suffering

Smiling like a clown until the show has come to an end

What is left for encore

Is the same old Dead boy's song

Sung in silence

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying

All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

A silent symphony

A hollow opus #1,2,3

Sometimes the sky is piano black

Piano black over cleansing waters

Resting pipes, verse of bore

Rusting keys without a door

Sometimes the within is piano black

Piano black over cleansing waters

All that great heart lying still and slowly dying

All that great heart lying still on an angelwing

I see a slow, simple youngster by a busy street.

With a begging bowl in his shaking hand.

Trying to smile but hurting infinitely.

Nobody notices.