The Lockman

Song	The Lockman
Artist	Marc Almond
Album	Jacques

Lyrics

	作词 : Brel, Buck
	The bargemen see
	Me growing old
	I see the bargemen
	Aging too
	We play the game
	Of tom fools
	Where the one
	Who still is oldest
	In my work
	Even in summer
	He must travel
	With eyes clossed
	It's not nothing
	Being a lockman
	The barge men know
	My bloated face
	They joke with me
	That's there mistake
	Half sorcerer
	Half drunkard
	I cast a spell
	On all that sings
	In my work
	In autumn
	We gather fruit
	And the drowned
	It's not nothing
	Being a lockman
	In his basket
	A baby squirms
	To watch the fly
	On his nose
	Mama moans
	And time frets
	Cabbage sweats
	And fires groan
	In my work
	In winter
	We think of the father
	Who drowned himself
	It's not nothing
	Being a lockman
	Towards the spring
	The barge women
	Feign and gloat
	From their boat
	I'd like their games
	But for that war
	That he leaves me
	Somewhat damaged
	In my work
	In the spring
	One takes the time
	To drown self

Pinyin

	zuò cí : Brel, Buck
	The bargemen see
	Me growing old
	I see the bargemen
	Aging too
	We play the game
	Of tom fools
	Where the one
	Who still is oldest
	In my work
	Even in summer
	He must travel
	With eyes clossed
	It' s not nothing
	Being a lockman
	The barge men know
	My bloated face
	They joke with me
	That' s there mistake
	Half sorcerer
	Half drunkard
	I cast a spell
	On all that sings
	In my work
	In autumn
	We gather fruit
	And the drowned
	It' s not nothing
	Being a lockman
	In his basket
	A baby squirms
	To watch the fly
	On his nose
	Mama moans
	And time frets
	Cabbage sweats
	And fires groan
	In my work
	In winter
	We think of the father
	Who drowned himself
	It' s not nothing
	Being a lockman
	Towards the spring
	The barge women
	Feign and gloat
	From their boat
	I' d like their games
	But for that war
	That he leaves me
	Somewhat damaged
	In my work
	In the spring
	One takes the time
	To drown self