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Credo Cigalia

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  • 作词 : Hanson, Zeitlyn
    作曲 : Lori Goldston/Jane Hall/Mirah Yom Tov Zeitlyn/Kyle Hanson
    I sing clattering all the summer long
    You've no choice but to listen to my song
    I express so stridently
    The joy of life persistent in mighty, mighty me
    One of millions
    Imperturbably I'll sing my credo with not a moment's falter
    Shine oh sun, with warmth upon my back
    Sideways steps when the heat begins to lack
    Dedicatedly I eat by plunging my proboscis deep into this tree
    I drink my fill
    Side by side both ***es find the nectar that flows within the floor
    Picture me, a vaulted canopy
    They can't say for an organ two or three
    Resonant cavity fakes a pull on the vox cigala you know the organ stop
    Oscillations
    Cymbals snap and mirrors flex and the chapels do form a tiny church
    Find you brash my vociferous avows
    My ardor offends the silence you espouse
    Hail harvest time you reap your wheat
    And by the time you eat it I'll be obsolete
    Such a short life
    Seventeen or three or more I've waited so long to greet the sun
    So let me have my fun
  • 作词 : Hanson, Zeitlyn
    作曲 : Lori Goldston/Jane Hall/Mirah Yom Tov Zeitlyn/Kyle Hanson
    I sing clattering all the summer long
    You've no choice but to listen to my song
    I express so stridently
    The joy of life persistent in mighty, mighty me
    One of millions
    Imperturbably I'll sing my credo with not a moment's falter
    Shine oh sun, with warmth upon my back
    Sideways steps when the heat begins to lack
    Dedicatedly I eat by plunging my proboscis deep into this tree
    I drink my fill
    Side by side both ***es find the nectar that flows within the floor
    Picture me, a vaulted canopy
    They can't say for an organ two or three
    Resonant cavity fakes a pull on the vox cigala you know the organ stop
    Oscillations
    Cymbals snap and mirrors flex and the chapels do form a tiny church
    Find you brash my vociferous avows
    My ardor offends the silence you espouse
    Hail harvest time you reap your wheat
    And by the time you eat it I'll be obsolete
    Such a short life
    Seventeen or three or more I've waited so long to greet the sun
    So let me have my fun