Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hanta Yo Three, artist - Little Wings. Album song Magic Wand, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 05.04.2015
Record label: Kyle Field
Song language: English
Hanta Yo Three |
The bird branch twig is broken, so move it along |
On the trail where the Sun fell down and shattered needle |
For the pattern on your fur where lichen so long |
To the perch of rotting log, for wood bark beetle |
I do admit, it’s getting better all the time |
My motor mouth is busy celebrating |
The misty mountain high, I like it bounty fine |
Ten knuckles wrap around the nest I’m raiding |
So one, two, easy |
Hanto Yo Three |
For the bird-breath cat is me |
My coat is made of autumn leaves, all dyin on their branches |
When they die, as a phantom lies |
I’ve lost my life so many times |
So many times, I see that the cat that the cat with bird breath mouth is me |
Oh bird brain, you’re perched low enough to feel my breath |
So you can see my whiskers while you’re singing |
My, what feathers have be got, like all the rest |
Below your tree, I’ll wait with what I’m bringing |
And the roar you feel as I come cross that rumble-roo |
As taste it from the meadow in the distance |
I was hungry early on, this much is true |
And one moment, your range is our existence |
So one, two, easy |
Hanta Yo Three |
With the cat with the bird-breath mouth is me |
Pet me in the wrong way |
Scratchin' bloody mouth paw |
Give tough granted |
One, two, three |
We’ll be where the sky meets paper, meets pen meets probably |
Cling to the branch, we’ll see I’m the bird-breath cat in the sky, slanted |
Through the way unto doth say it |
And the third time we display it |
As death and destruction, things fall apart sometimes |
With the blood that stopped in vain |
And the oxygen it claims |
It’s dark at the door, and the bell on its wretched chime |
So the branch is broken too |
And the only thing left to do |
Recollect yourself, put a face on, tattered, and true |
For the stars are to your eyes |
And the universe, your size |
And a quick away wide will in face that it all come through |
So Hanta Yo Three |
We want to see that the bird-breath cat is me |
Sing a small song then fly on by |
I’m flattened by the freeway |
One, two, three |
We’ll meet from the brisk and cleave from the eyes never gotten me |
Go to the big blank vine, to sing song blind |
You’re finally free! |