莫斯科郊外的晚上 MOSCOW SURBURBS NIGHT - 杜聪

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The call of the wild, Brings me to my window-sill, Eyes to the dawn. A tug on a heartstring By soft unknown, fingers. Leading me on But there＇s only a streetlamp

Wake up Switch on Tune in to another day Stereo sound with double vision Daylight makes its first incision Warmed up Clocked in On your feet and under way Got t

Just a Memory - Pallas 以下歌词翻译由文曲大模型提供 Written by：Pallas I need the warmth of your touch I've tried to let you know 我渴望你指尖的温度 曾试图让你明