Orphans
๐ต 445 characters
โฑ๏ธ 3:33 duration
๐ ID: 175337
๐ Lyrics
I now describe my country
As if to strangers
This train is full of songs
Of local winners
And the wind surrounds the towers
And the flags they are blowing
And the bunting and the distance
Stretches over our sound
And when he teases the children
He calls them orphans
And he cries for all the flowers
Of the forest
In his head there is no reason
To be sad about the garden
But his heart bleeds very often
For things forgotten like little orphans
As if to strangers
This train is full of songs
Of local winners
And the wind surrounds the towers
And the flags they are blowing
And the bunting and the distance
Stretches over our sound
And when he teases the children
He calls them orphans
And he cries for all the flowers
Of the forest
In his head there is no reason
To be sad about the garden
But his heart bleeds very often
For things forgotten like little orphans
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:16.45] I now describe my country
[00:21.00] As if to strangers
[00:27.38] This train is full of songs
[00:38.06] Of local winners
[00:47.18] And the wind surrounds the towers
[00:54.44] And the flags they are blowing
[01:03.28] And the bunting and the distance
[01:12.72] Stretches over our sound
[01:23.45] And when he teases the children
[01:33.06] He calls them orphans
[01:40.51] And he cries for all the flowers
[01:50.85] Of the forest
[01:59.75] In his head there is no reason
[02:07.63] To be sad about the garden
[02:16.88] But his heart bleeds very often
[02:25.14] For things forgotten like little orphans
[03:03.29]
[00:21.00] As if to strangers
[00:27.38] This train is full of songs
[00:38.06] Of local winners
[00:47.18] And the wind surrounds the towers
[00:54.44] And the flags they are blowing
[01:03.28] And the bunting and the distance
[01:12.72] Stretches over our sound
[01:23.45] And when he teases the children
[01:33.06] He calls them orphans
[01:40.51] And he cries for all the flowers
[01:50.85] Of the forest
[01:59.75] In his head there is no reason
[02:07.63] To be sad about the garden
[02:16.88] But his heart bleeds very often
[02:25.14] For things forgotten like little orphans
[03:03.29]