Song | The Town Fell Asleep |
Artist | Marc Almond |
Album | Jacques |
作词 : Brel, Buck | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it's called | |
At the spring | |
Where it wept a corner of sky drowned | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it's called | |
And night fell gradually | |
And time stood still | |
And my horse so muddy | |
And my body exhausted | |
And night shown bluely | |
In the waters of fate | |
And some cries of hate | |
Poured out by the old | |
And the oldest of old | |
Those women without sleep | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it's called | |
At the spring | |
Where it wept a corner of sky drowned | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it's called | |
And horse bent drinking | |
And me stood watching | |
And my thirst taking care | |
That she never sees my stare | |
And the fountain sings | |
And exhaustion sinks | |
It's knife in my back | |
And i play the role | |
Of the all powerful | |
I'm awaited somewhere | |
Like one awaits the king | |
No, no one waits for me | |
And i know it's hard | |
But we die by chance | |
While leading a merry dance | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it's called | |
At the spring | |
Where it wept a corner of sky drowned | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it's called | |
Sometimes a dusk | |
It's true that birds resemble waves | |
And waves are birds | |
And men are laughs | |
And laughs are psalms | |
More often it's true | |
That the sea no longer sings | |
I want to tell you | |
That it sings of the songs | |
That those mothers sing in books of our childhood | |
But women are still only ever women and the fools among them only ever fools | |
And i'm not so sure that the song states | |
That she is the future of man | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it's called | |
At the spring | |
Where it wept a corner of sky drowned | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it's called | |
And you have died | |
My unknown mate | |
On the brink of the naked | |
Beneath the sheets | |
As they danced |
zuò cí : Brel, Buck | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it' s called | |
At the spring | |
Where it wept a corner of sky drowned | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it' s called | |
And night fell gradually | |
And time stood still | |
And my horse so muddy | |
And my body exhausted | |
And night shown bluely | |
In the waters of fate | |
And some cries of hate | |
Poured out by the old | |
And the oldest of old | |
Those women without sleep | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it' s called | |
At the spring | |
Where it wept a corner of sky drowned | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it' s called | |
And horse bent drinking | |
And me stood watching | |
And my thirst taking care | |
That she never sees my stare | |
And the fountain sings | |
And exhaustion sinks | |
It' s knife in my back | |
And i play the role | |
Of the all powerful | |
I' m awaited somewhere | |
Like one awaits the king | |
No, no one waits for me | |
And i know it' s hard | |
But we die by chance | |
While leading a merry dance | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it' s called | |
At the spring | |
Where it wept a corner of sky drowned | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it' s called | |
Sometimes a dusk | |
It' s true that birds resemble waves | |
And waves are birds | |
And men are laughs | |
And laughs are psalms | |
More often it' s true | |
That the sea no longer sings | |
I want to tell you | |
That it sings of the songs | |
That those mothers sing in books of our childhood | |
But women are still only ever women and the fools among them only ever fools | |
And i' m not so sure that the song states | |
That she is the future of man | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it' s called | |
At the spring | |
Where it wept a corner of sky drowned | |
The town fell asleep | |
I forgot what it' s called | |
And you have died | |
My unknown mate | |
On the brink of the naked | |
Beneath the sheets | |
As they danced |