Yorucu bir gün olmuştur ve eve geldiğinde tek istediğin kafanı geri yaslayıp rahatlamaktır. Herhangi bir söz duymak istemezsin. Işte tam o sırada airin moon safari albümünden olan bu parça seni yakalar. Dinlerken tüm düşüncelerin kaybolur, zihnin boşalır. Böyle bir etkisi vardır.
laguna kullanmış biri olarak düz vitesli bi versiyonunu denedim.
kesinlikle laguna nın yerine değil megane nin yerine üretilmiş hissi aldım.
laguna nın yanından geçemez.
renoya sesleniyorum. şöyle güzel bi laguna çıkarın da binek.
When I stand and look
About the port
And contemplate my life, will I
Ever see my countrymen again?
As the captain calls us on the deck
I take my things and walk
To the harbourside, I glance back
One last time.
Fleeing our nation, our problems
We leave behind.
Ships by the tenfold sail
Out on the tide.
We are pleased to be out and
Embracing the open sea.
Free from our troubles
And more free from thee.
Inheritors unfulfilled reason
Behind us.
We flee from what is not what
Is will be.
We flee the earth and face our
Harsh reality.
Will death be low mist that
Hangs on the sea?
We run from the evil tongues, rash
Judgements, selfish men
Never to be seen on these
Shores again.
As we sail into oceansize
And lose sight of all land
A face of contentment
Around in the air.
Were off now to
Seek all our fortunes.
To the land of our dreams.
Riding the waves and the storm
Is upon us.
The winds lash the sails but
The ropes keep them tight.
Off in the distance a dark cloud
Approaching.
None could imagine what there
Was to come.
No, theres no one going back.
No, theres not a second chance.
As we strap onto the side
We pray to God that we dont die.
As we ride the rough seas,
As we soak from the ocean waves,
I just hope for all our lives
And pray that I survive.
Four ships are lost in the
Stormy conditions.
The spirits of the sunken crews,
Their phantoms follow us.
Spirits, sails, they drive us on
Through the all consuming waves.
Cold mortality, no weapon
Against these ever raging seas.
Four leagues and ten and we
Hit storms again.
We just cant get away from
The eye of the storm.
The birds outsoar the raging storm
But we cannot escape it.
Abandoned earth that we
Now crave
Is many leagues from safe.
Holding on for our dear lives
And were praying once again.
Rotten luck or just jonahed?
The talisman is in my hand.
Limbds fatigues, trembling with cold.
Blinded from the sea spray salt.
Clasping anything we can hold.
Heaves rain upon us falls.
Twenty days without a meal
And ten without fresh water still.
Those that didnt die in storms
The scurvy rest did slaughter.
Westwards the tide.
Westwards we sail on.
Westwards the tide.
Sail by the talisman.
We approach the other side
Of the ocean with the tide
In our favour just for once.
Welcome greeting, our new land.
The elation in our hearts,
The excitement in our veins
As we sail towards the coastline
Of our golden promised land.
Weary limbs fatigued away.
I have no life left in me.
No more strength and nothing
Left to give.
Must find the will to live.
Never thought that we could
Make it.
Truly sight of shores divine.
The sickness I am dying from.
Never wanted it to end this way.
Westwards the tide.
Westwards we sail on.
Westwards the tide.
Sail by the talisman.
bir de bu ada sahip ingiltere çıkışlı hard rock-heavy metal tarzı müzik yapan şahane bir grup vardır.jeff scott soto vokalde harikalar yaratır ve grubun beynidir tabiri caizse. "cats and dog" albümlerini şiddetle tavsiye ediyorum.
tılsım anlamına gelen bir kelime ayrıca rosanne ın söylediği çok hoş bir parça ve bunun yanında yeni sözlük yazarının kendine seçmiş olduğu nick sözlüğe hoşgeldin diyoruz
