“How is it being drowned?
The situation here is overwhelmed”
When the branch of a noise grows down to my soil,
Should I cut down and beguile my days by its soil?
When the ranch of a poise runs out of a manure,
Should we reluctantly maneuver ourselves out of a mess?
Out of the warfare, we seem to seek “fairness”
Spend our time joyousness and so we’re friends with a co-success
After the schmooze, we notice they’ll never soothe
It’s sadly inevitable that the word ‘equivalence’ is already coming into bud
It’s the endless loop of mud
To be back in the war with a thud―It’s a Stem
It’s a Stem
“How is it being drowned?
The situation here is overwhelmed”
Please be less abstract in the nonsense of your being absent
Please be more conscious of the reminiscence of our case
Do you remember a bird that’s left with no trace?
Since then we care less, become free more or less
Rain never stops in my fence-guarded place
It’s a shame to be heard with no words in my breath
Used to be a bird that’s left with no trace
Since then we care less, become free more or less
Ho, saki, haste, the beaker bring,
Fill up, and pass it round the ring;
Love seemed at first an easy thing-
But ah! the hard awakening.
–c.f. Hafiz’s Love’s Awakening
Rain never stops coming, it’s sterilized
When the branch of a noise grows down to my soil,
Should I cut down and beguile my days by its soil?
When the ranch of a poise runs out of a manure,
Should we reluctantly maneuver ourselves out of a mess?
Throughout the war, we seem to seek “fairness”
Spend a time joyous and sober to plan a course of attack or something similar
Although through the schmooze we seem to soon notice
That the word ‘equivalence” is now strongly in demand
It’s the endless loop of mud to be back in the war with a thud
Please be aware of this scud, we’ve fully shed our blood
So now, let’s be back on our theme
Give up please on this cheep scheme
Let’s be real and steel ourselves to endure the stream of time
Till blossom conceals the iron in the―Stem
Till blossom conceals the iron in the―Stem
Find more lyrics at asialyrics.com
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Stem Lyrics English
“How is it being drowned?
The situation here is overwhelmed”
When the branch of a noise grows down to my soil,
Should I cut down and beguile my days by its soil?
When the ranch of a poise runs out of a manure,
Should we reluctantly maneuver ourselves out of a mess?
Out of the warfare, we seem to seek “fairness”
Spend our time joyousness and so we’re friends with a co-success
After the schmooze, we notice they’ll never soothe
It’s sadly inevitable that the word ‘equivalence’ is already coming into bud
It’s the endless loop of mud
To be back in the war with a thud-It’s a Stem
It’s a Stem
“How is it being drowned?
The situation here is overwhelmed”
Please be less abstract in the nonsense of your being absent
Please be more conscious of the reminiscence of our case
Do you remember a bird that’s left with no trace?
Since then we care less, become free more or less
Rain never stops in my fence-guarded place
It’s a shame to be heard with no words in my breath
Used to be a bird that’s left with no trace
Since then we care less, become free more or less
Ho, saki, haste, the beaker bring,
Fill up, and pass it round the ring;
Love seemed at first an easy thing-
But ah! the hard awakening.
– C.f. Hafiz’s Love’s Awakening
Rain never stops coming, it’s sterilized
When the branch of a noise grows down to my soil,
Should I cut down and beguile my days by its soil?
When the ranch of a poise runs out of a manure,
Should we reluctantly maneuver ourselves out of a mess?
Throughout the war, we seem to seek “fairness”
Spend a time joyous and sober to plan a course of attack or something similar
Although through the schmooze we seem to soon notice
That the word ‘equivalence’ is now strongly in demand
It’s the endless loop of mud to be back in the war with a thud
Please be aware of this scud, we’ve fully shed our blood
So now, let’s be back on our theme
Give up please on this cheep scheme
Let’s be real and steel ourselves to endure the stream of time
Till blossom conceals the iron in the―Stem
Till blossom conceals the iron in the―Stem
Find more lyrics at asialyrics.com
Srv.Vinci Lyrics – Stem