Han Vinter 앨범 : Wind Blown Boy
작사 : Han Vinter
작곡 : Han Vinter
편곡 : Han Vinter
So I say ,darling wind.
tell me if there is a gem that no one wants
if there is one that exists
wonder what it looks like
So I say , darling wind.
It must be me that's rushing by
but my body feels stuck,
only my mind’s flying
So I say , darling wind.
it feels so real when i'm high
eventually falling to the ground
oh she ’s coming back now
i wish i could sing like debussy
should i try should i wait
so i say darling wind
why d'you roam the streets
it is hard to beg when you know you’ll get nothing
if your innocence remains
you’d rather keep to yourself
The night time is addictive
I can’t get out of it easily
i dont seem to get my own ignorance
sometimes i prefer it that way
look at me and look at you
lts like watching the rain
that music still lives there
So I say ,darling wind.
tell me if there is a gem that no one wants
if there is one that exists
wonder what it looks like
So I say , darling wind.
It must be me that's rushing by
but my body feels stuck,
only my mind’s flying
So I say , darling wind.
it feels so real when i'm high
eventually falling to the ground
oh she ’s coming back now
i wish i could sing like debussy
should i try should i wait
so i say darling wind
why d'you roam the streets
it is hard to beg when you know you’ll get nothing
if your innocence remains
you’d rather keep to yourself
The night time is addictive
I can’t get out of it easily
i dont seem to get my own ignorance
sometimes i prefer it that way
look at me and look at you
lts like watching the rain
that music still lives there
So I say ,darling wind.
tell me if there is a gem that no one wants
if there is one that exists
wonder what it looks like
So I say , darling wind.
It must be me that's rushing by
but my body feels stuck,
only my mind’s flying
So I say , darling wind.
it feels so real when i'm high
eventually falling to the ground
oh she ’s coming back now
i wish i could sing like debussy
should i try should i wait
so i say darling wind
why d'you roam the streets
it is hard to beg when you know you’ll get nothing
if your innocence remains
you’d rather keep to yourself
The night time is addictive
I can’t get out of it easily
i dont seem to get my own ignorance
sometimes i prefer it that way
look at me and look at you
lts like watching the rain
that music still lives there