Under A Yellow Sun
Sara Noxx Lyrics


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Sitting in a little room in my little darkness
Sometimes it's a little gift that we are so helpless
Take refuge in little dreams in my little land
Sometimes it's a little gift that we can't understand
Crying in a little corner in my little room
Sometimes it's a little gift that we die so soon
Think you are the greatest under yellow sun
Sometimes it's a little gift that your kingdom comes
These mouth can not speak
These eyes can not see
Degrade with madness
(Close your eyes to me)
These hands can not give
This mind can not pray
It's always the same
(For what we must pay)
These mouth can not speak
These eyes can not see
Degrade with madness
(Close your eyes to me)
This brain can not dream
These lips can not cry




It's always the same
(Until we must die)

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Sara Noxx's song Under A Yellow Sun convey the idea of the smallness of our lives and the fleeting nature of existence. The singer is sitting in their little room, feeling helpless and crying in a little corner. They find refuge in little dreams but still feel trapped in their little land. The chorus speaks of someone who thinks they are the greatest under the yellow sun, but the singer suggests that it's only a little gift and that ultimately, everything is the same until we must die.


The verses are repeated twice and the phrasing is simple, yet the words themselves carry a lot of weight. The lines "These mouth can not speak, these eyes can not see" evoke a sense of hopelessness and despair, as if the singer is paralyzed by their own limitations. The repetition of the phrase "it's always the same" in both verses emphasizes the idea that life can feel monotonous and unchanging, even though time is moving forward.


Line by Line Meaning

Sitting in a little room in my little darkness
I am alone in a small space, surrounded by melancholic thoughts


Sometimes it's a little gift that we are so helpless
Occasionally, feeling powerless can be a blessing in disguise


Take refuge in little dreams in my little land
I find solace in my own imagination and inner world


Sometimes it's a little gift that we can't understand
At times, there are things in life that we are not meant to comprehend


Crying in a little corner in my little room
I am weeping in a confined area, feeling trapped and hopeless


Sometimes it's a little gift that we die so soon
Occasionally, death can be seen as a release from pain and suffering


Think you are the greatest under yellow sun
You believe you are superior to others in the world


Sometimes it's a little gift that your kingdom comes
Occasionally, achieving power and control can be seen as a blessing


These mouth can not speak
I am unable to express myself verbally


These eyes can not see
I am blinded to the truth and reality of my situation


Degrade with madness
I am deteriorating mentally, losing my grip on sanity


(Close your eyes to me)
Please do not look at me or acknowledge my pain


These hands can not give
I am incapable of offering support or assistance


This mind can not pray
My thoughts are consumed with despair, and I am unable to find comfort in religion


It's always the same
My circumstances remain static and unchanging


(For what we must pay)
There is a price to pay for being alive, such as experiencing suffering and hardship


This brain can not dream
My mind is filled with negative thoughts and emotions, leaving no room for hopeful fantasies


These lips can not cry
I am emotionally drained and unable to express my sadness outwardly


(Until we must die)
My situation will likely not improve until I reach the end of my life




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Comments from YouTube:

futureisgosub

Sara Noxx fan from Scotland since 1998. Would like this interview translated to English please.

10000bonus

hurdy gurdy !

sonnetxi

i do not understand what they are saying

Shunyata Berlin

redet über Individualismus und kopiert albenweise Anne Clark