Song | Marrakesh Night Market |
Artist | Loreena McKennitt |
Album | The Mask and Mirror |
[00:00.00] | 作词 : McKennitt |
[00:45.35] | They're gathered in circles |
[00:49.40] | the lamps light their faces |
[00:53.61] | The crescent moon rocks in the sky |
[01:02.51] | The poets of drumming |
[01:06.16] | keep heartbeats suspended |
[01:10.54] | The smoke swirls up and then dies |
[01:17.60] | |
[01:21.09] | Would you like my mask? |
[01:25.20] | would you like my mirror? |
[01:29.54] | cries the man in the shadowing hood |
[01:37.78] | You can look at yourself |
[01:41.76] | you can look at each other |
[01:46.12] | or you can look at the face |
[01:49.30] | the face of your god |
[01:53.37] | |
[02:11.84] | The stories are woven |
[02:15.97] | and fortunes are told |
[02:20.14] | The truth is measured by the weight of your gold |
[02:28.72] | The magic lies scattered |
[02:32.90] | on rugs on the ground |
[02:37.19] | Faith is conjured in the night market's sound |
[02:43.92] | |
[02:47.55] | Would you like my mask? |
[02:51.41] | would you like my mirror? |
[02:56.10] | cries the man in the shadowing hood |
[03:04.28] | You can look at yourself |
[03:08.44] | you can look at each other |
[03:12.98] | or you can look at the face |
[03:15.71] | the face of your god |
[03:20.06] | |
[03:55.56] | The lessons are written |
[03:59.41] | on parchments of paper |
[04:03.62] | They're carried by horse from the river Nile |
[04:11.65] | says the shadowy voice |
[04:16.30] | In the firelight, the cobra |
[04:20.52] | is casting the flame a winsome smile |
[04:28.14] | |
[04:30.67] | Would you like my mask? |
[04:34.84] | would you like my mirror? |
[04:39.63] | cries the man in the shadowing hood |
[04:47.88] | You can look at yourself |
[04:51.98] | you can look at each other |
[04:56.14] | or you can look at the face |
[04:59.19] | the face of your god |
[05:04.32] | |
[06:10.86] | |
[06:23.66] | END |
[00:00.00] | zuò cí : McKennitt |
[00:45.35] | They' re gathered in circles |
[00:49.40] | the lamps light their faces |
[00:53.61] | The crescent moon rocks in the sky |
[01:02.51] | The poets of drumming |
[01:06.16] | keep heartbeats suspended |
[01:10.54] | The smoke swirls up and then dies |
[01:17.60] | |
[01:21.09] | Would you like my mask? |
[01:25.20] | would you like my mirror? |
[01:29.54] | cries the man in the shadowing hood |
[01:37.78] | You can look at yourself |
[01:41.76] | you can look at each other |
[01:46.12] | or you can look at the face |
[01:49.30] | the face of your god |
[01:53.37] | |
[02:11.84] | The stories are woven |
[02:15.97] | and fortunes are told |
[02:20.14] | The truth is measured by the weight of your gold |
[02:28.72] | The magic lies scattered |
[02:32.90] | on rugs on the ground |
[02:37.19] | Faith is conjured in the night market' s sound |
[02:43.92] | |
[02:47.55] | Would you like my mask? |
[02:51.41] | would you like my mirror? |
[02:56.10] | cries the man in the shadowing hood |
[03:04.28] | You can look at yourself |
[03:08.44] | you can look at each other |
[03:12.98] | or you can look at the face |
[03:15.71] | the face of your god |
[03:20.06] | |
[03:55.56] | The lessons are written |
[03:59.41] | on parchments of paper |
[04:03.62] | They' re carried by horse from the river Nile |
[04:11.65] | says the shadowy voice |
[04:16.30] | In the firelight, the cobra |
[04:20.52] | is casting the flame a winsome smile |
[04:28.14] | |
[04:30.67] | Would you like my mask? |
[04:34.84] | would you like my mirror? |
[04:39.63] | cries the man in the shadowing hood |
[04:47.88] | You can look at yourself |
[04:51.98] | you can look at each other |
[04:56.14] | or you can look at the face |
[04:59.19] | the face of your god |
[05:04.32] | |
[06:10.86] | |
[06:23.66] | END |