L’étrangère au grand cœur-Natasha Luna

[ti:L’étrangère au grand cœur] [ar:Natasha Luna] [al:Carcasse] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.14]L’étrangère au grand cœur - Natasha Luna [00:01.92] [00:02.76]Written by：Natasha Luna Málaga [00:03.84] [00:55.37]Doom has descended from it's heights [00:58.56] [00:59.37]It's time to bring her flowers [01:03.16] [01:03.81]She nursed my heart from far [01:07.39] [01:08.48]Her lullabies they crossed the barrens [01:12.47] [01:31.18]Oh how she danced so frantic [01:35.07] [01:35.75]When she heard I was lacking trees [01:39.51] [01:40.30]From where I could hide from questions [01:44.03] [01:44.86]And where I could live unhealed [01:48.10]She called the rain [01:52.40]She called the rain [01:57.57] [02:13.58]She howled so hard she woke them [02:17.42] [02:18.43]They had to shoot her down [02:21.84] [02:23.30]The trees remained strong and dark [02:27.85]Sometimes they extend their arms [02:31.47]And squeeze their necks [02:36.15]And rip their hearts [02:40.51]And whisper to their children stories [02:45.23] [02:45.97]Of the man with the magic pipe [02:49.84] [04:12.84]My heart lies on her stone [04:16.23] [04:17.28]The wolves will pay respect [04:20.91] [04:21.72]A symphony of horror [04:25.40] [04:26.05]Will rise above their heads