Lyra, Lyra And her face Full of grace Two worlds collide Around her The truth lies Deep inside her Lyra, Lyra And the stars Look down upon her As darkness Settles on her Lyra, Lyra
, Lyra, Lyra And her soul walks beside her An army stands behind her Lyra, Lyra And her face full of grace Two worlds collide around her The truth lies deep inside her Lyra, Lyra
Lyra, Lyra And her soul Walks beside her An army stands Behind her Lyra, Lyra And her face Full of grace Two worlds collide Around her The truth lies Deep inside her Lyra, Lyra
Traduzione: Golden Compass colonna sonora. Kate Bush - Lyra.
This is the story of El Lute A man who was born to be hunted like a wild animal Because he was poor But he refused to accept his fate And today his honor
So dark are these paths no human eye should see Guarded by statues in velvet moss clad Grow savage blackthorns'ere yonder secret cave For hid shalt remain
Vivo debajo de un puente La acera esta fria La hoguera es caliente Han tirado un mueble Que no puede abrirse Y ayer vi una rata De pena morirse Pues
Distant Mountains Cause his heart to race Race Your wings In flight Dark and sharp Asphalt road Headed for a head on Collision with love I could sense
The sun is high up in the sky and I'm in my car Drifting down into the abattoir Do you see what I see, dear? The air grows heavy. I listen to your breath
Stay by me, stay by me You are the one, my only true love The butcher bird makes it's noise And asks you to agree With it's brutal nesting habits And
It's up in the morning and on the downs Little white clouds like gambolling lambs And I am breathless over you And the red-breasted robin beats his wings
I lay down by the river The shadows moved across me, inch by inch And all that I heard Was the war between the water and the bridge Turn to me, turn
You have a heart and I have a key Lie back and let me unlock you Those heathens you hang with down by the sea All they want to do is defrock you
It's difficult. It's very tough. I said to the man who'd been sleeping rough To sit within a fragrant breeze All among the nodding trees That hang heavy
Get ready for love! Praise Him! Get ready tot love! Praise Him! Get ready for love! Get readyl Well, most of all nothing much ever really happens And
C'mon, kind Sir, let's walk outside And breathe the autumn air See the many that have lived and died See the unending golden stair See all of us that
You went looking for nur, dear, Down by the sea You found some Iittle silver fish But you didn't find me I was hiding, dear, hiding all way I was hiding