Thunderbird 歌词

In the whitest white house, in the house made of the dawn In the reddest red house, the house of evening light In the blackest black house, you purify the day, You're soaring through the night, You're soaring through the night Storms forming as the great bird flies Stirring her winds of the world Watch lightning flashing from her eyes Your fearsome form dominates the skies Thunderbird Residing on the mountaintop Wings soaring through the night Born of the condor i control the rain Faithful servant to the sky Purify the day, soaring through the night Purify the day, soaring through the night In the house made of the dawn, in the house of evening light In the house made of the dawn, the house of evening light You purify the day, you're soaring through the night Thunderbird Thunderbird In forests and fields, in rivers and from ponds, all that have webs, cloven footed ones. To the grand ark, together friendly came, whose several species were to everlong to name. In the whitest white house, in the house made of the dawn In the reddest red house, the house of evening light In the blackest black house, you purify the day,