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女儿歌

发行公司:    歌曲时长:02:48秒    歌曲评分:7.9    所属专辑:弦途有你    歌曲简介:《女儿歌》是由周华健演唱的歌曲,时长02:48秒,发行于1995-05-09,收录于专辑弦途有你之中。如果你也喜欢周华健的歌曲,请多多关注他的音乐作品吧。

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周华健歌曲女儿歌歌词

女儿歌 - 周华健 (Emil Wakin Chau)

词:周厚恩

曲:周华健

Anna Ternheim - Black Sunday Afternoon

On the black sunday afternoon

The sun is pale like the moon

When you look to the sky

Holy holy why

All fades into blue

On the black sunday afternoon

No good time to walk alone

On a bike riding home

When you look to the sky

Holy holy why

All fades into blue

On the black sunday afternoon

Bad luck comes or just a car

On the right side, hears a call

And sees a blackbird flying low

Above her head no mistletoe

Nothing really moves

On black sunday afternoons

You wake up in a waterbed

On the back of your head

A lump and just a tiny hole

Almost no light at all in here

And when you call

You can't hear your own voice at all

They gather up, something's wrong

They ask around, noone knows

Have you been where the rivers cross

By the water in the moss

Nothing really moves

On black sunday afternoons

Sun's pale like the moon

When you look to the sky

Holy holy holy holy why

All fades into blue

On black sunday afternoons

女儿歌 - 周华健 (Emil Wakin Chau)

词:周厚恩

曲:周华健

Anna Ternheim - Black Sunday Afternoon

On the black sunday afternoon

The sun is pale like the moon

When you look to the sky

Holy holy why

All fades into blue

On the black sunday afternoon

No good time to walk alone

On a bike riding home

When you look to the sky

Holy holy why

All fades into blue

On the black sunday afternoon

Bad luck comes or just a car

On the right side, hears a call

And sees a blackbird flying low

Above her head no mistletoe

Nothing really moves

On black sunday afternoons

You wake up in a waterbed

On the back of your head

A lump and just a tiny hole

Almost no light at all in here

And when you call

You can't hear your own voice at all

They gather up, something's wrong

They ask around, noone knows

Have you been where the rivers cross

By the water in the moss

Nothing really moves

On black sunday afternoons

Sun's pale like the moon

When you look to the sky

Holy holy holy holy why

All fades into blue

On black sunday afternoons