- Deep Forest Freedom Cry 歌詞
- Deep Forest
- So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain
Let him/her go to his/her not-too-long-ago seen master
Early morning I look up at the sky
Fine pocket knife , the rough-bread is being cut
Little calfs trouble has also been cut here
Early morning I look at the sky
My little angel
So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain
Let him/her go to his/her not-too-long-ago seen master
Early morning I look at the sky
There is a bird, who will carry away
My little angel
I am buried in it alive, alive
I am turning yellow, heavily
Mommy (meaning wife), I will write when I am free
my little angel
So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain
There is a bird, who will carry away
My little angel
Early morning I look upward at the sky
So he/she is listening to the whooshing of the rain
There is a bird, who will carry away
Let him/her go to his/her not-too-long-ago seen master
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