Song | The Rich Man and the Carpenter |
Artist | Triumvirat |
Album | Pompeii |
作曲 : Fritz | |
A rich man met a carpenter | |
Their minds were world's apart | |
The rich man said 'How do you do | |
Could you frame my golden heart?' | |
'I don't think I could do that job | |
You better go find a jeweler's store | |
Where they do frame things as such' | |
What do I do | |
Am I left behind | |
I'm not asking for too much | |
Why don't you show me the way | |
I sure would pay you well | |
I've got the money to buy | |
Why does nobody sell? | |
'You might have lots of money | |
And be blessed with a golden heart | |
But you cannot erase the past | |
And try to get back to the start' | |
'I don't want to extend my life | |
No more than is my share | |
Though for what there is left to live | |
I do need golden hair | |
Don't you think that's fair? | |
What do I do | |
Am I left behind | |
I'm not asking for too much | |
Why don't you show me the way | |
I sure would pay you well | |
I've got the money to buy | |
Why does nobody sell? | |
Have I reached my sunset time | |
That warming shine will not be waiting | |
Somewhere in the back of mind | |
I know my time is slowly fading | |
An I to analyze my good and bad | |
Or weigh the weight of right and wrong | |
Just when I think about my life | |
I wonder why... | |
The rich man didn't understand | |
That he walked a dead-end street | |
He couldn't find the jeweler's store | |
And his life seemed incomplete | |
Then he finally met a man | |
dressed in glory, gold and fame | |
And if they haven't died by now | |
They'll still look the same | |
While we're singing this refrain | |
What do we do | |
Are we left behind | |
We're not asking for too much | |
Why don't you show us the way | |
We sure would pay you well | |
We've got the money to buy | |
But why does nobody sell? | |
Do we have to go to hell? |
zuò qǔ : Fritz | |
A rich man met a carpenter | |
Their minds were world' s apart | |
The rich man said ' How do you do | |
Could you frame my golden heart?' | |
' I don' t think I could do that job | |
You better go find a jeweler' s store | |
Where they do frame things as such' | |
What do I do | |
Am I left behind | |
I' m not asking for too much | |
Why don' t you show me the way | |
I sure would pay you well | |
I' ve got the money to buy | |
Why does nobody sell? | |
' You might have lots of money | |
And be blessed with a golden heart | |
But you cannot erase the past | |
And try to get back to the start' | |
' I don' t want to extend my life | |
No more than is my share | |
Though for what there is left to live | |
I do need golden hair | |
Don' t you think that' s fair? | |
What do I do | |
Am I left behind | |
I' m not asking for too much | |
Why don' t you show me the way | |
I sure would pay you well | |
I' ve got the money to buy | |
Why does nobody sell? | |
Have I reached my sunset time | |
That warming shine will not be waiting | |
Somewhere in the back of mind | |
I know my time is slowly fading | |
An I to analyze my good and bad | |
Or weigh the weight of right and wrong | |
Just when I think about my life | |
I wonder why... | |
The rich man didn' t understand | |
That he walked a deadend street | |
He couldn' t find the jeweler' s store | |
And his life seemed incomplete | |
Then he finally met a man | |
dressed in glory, gold and fame | |
And if they haven' t died by now | |
They' ll still look the same | |
While we' re singing this refrain | |
What do we do | |
Are we left behind | |
We' re not asking for too much | |
Why don' t you show us the way | |
We sure would pay you well | |
We' ve got the money to buy | |
But why does nobody sell? | |
Do we have to go to hell? |