Song | ØZYMADIAS |
Artist | ØZI |
Album | ØZI:The Album |
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[00:00.000] | 作曲 : ØZI |
[00:01.000] | 作词 : 珀西·比希·雪萊 |
[00:14.23] | I met a traveller from an antique land, |
[00:16.85] | Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone |
[00:21.90] | Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, |
[00:26.27] | Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, |
[00:30.40] | And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, |
[00:35.32] | Tell that its sculptor well those passions read |
[00:38.92] | Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, |
[00:43.26] | The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; |
[00:48.97] | And on the pedestal, these words appear: |
[00:53.70] | My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings; |
[01:00.50] | Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! |
[01:08.05] | Nothing beside remains. Round the decay |
[01:11.02] | Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare |
[01:15.26] | The lone and level sands stretch far away.” |
[00:00.000] | zuo qu : ZI |
[00:01.000] | zuo ci : po xi bi xi xue lai |
[00:14.23] | I met a traveller from an antique land, |
[00:16.85] | Who said" Two vast and trunkless legs of stone |
[00:21.90] | Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, |
[00:26.27] | Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, |
[00:30.40] | And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, |
[00:35.32] | Tell that its sculptor well those passions read |
[00:38.92] | Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, |
[00:43.26] | The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed |
[00:48.97] | And on the pedestal, these words appear: |
[00:53.70] | My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings |
[01:00.50] | Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! |
[01:08.05] | Nothing beside remains. Round the decay |
[01:11.02] | Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare |
[01:15.26] | The lone and level sands stretch far away." |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : ZI |
[00:01.000] | zuò cí : pò xī bǐ xī xuě lái |
[00:14.23] | I met a traveller from an antique land, |
[00:16.85] | Who said" Two vast and trunkless legs of stone |
[00:21.90] | Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand, |
[00:26.27] | Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown, |
[00:30.40] | And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, |
[00:35.32] | Tell that its sculptor well those passions read |
[00:38.92] | Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, |
[00:43.26] | The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed |
[00:48.97] | And on the pedestal, these words appear: |
[00:53.70] | My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings |
[01:00.50] | Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair! |
[01:08.05] | Nothing beside remains. Round the decay |
[01:11.02] | Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare |
[01:15.26] | The lone and level sands stretch far away." |