Song | The Court's Fool |
Artist | Revoltons |
Album | Night Visions |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作曲 : Corona, Revoltons | |
I'm going to tell you | |
About the story of a fool | |
Who met an ironic end | |
On the way back home | |
He was a queer fellow | |
Dressed in many colours | |
And many were his names | |
According to the place | |
He carried a little lute across his back | |
And a strange hat on his head | |
Every night he was there | |
In the court's yard to delight | |
All the nobles that just called him "The Fool" | |
But his tongue was a sort of knife | |
And all his melodies and tales | |
Re-echoed through the night | |
Lords of the realm never paid attention | |
To the words of a poor fool | |
Or they simply never understood him | |
He was living on the edge, and maybe | |
He would end up with a noose around his neck | |
But something was going to happen that night | |
[Chorus:] | |
Every night he was there | |
In the court's yard to delight | |
All the nobles that just called him "The Fool" | |
But his tongue was a sort of knife | |
And all his melodies and tales | |
Re-echoed through the night | |
So that night in the middle of the tale | |
He pointed at the King and burst out laughing: | |
A deathlike silence set on the guests! | |
So the wrathful Master rose to his feet | |
And chased the Fool out of his yard | |
But the Fool got near the Lords' table | |
Drank from Master's goblet and said: | |
"God save the King!" and broke into a laugh! | |
Chased out of the Court | |
The fool took the way back home | |
But after a while he was seized by a sudden illness and dropped dead | |
Maybe there wasn't just wine in that goblet | |
[Chorus] |
zuo qu : Corona, Revoltons | |
I' m going to tell you | |
About the story of a fool | |
Who met an ironic end | |
On the way back home | |
He was a queer fellow | |
Dressed in many colours | |
And many were his names | |
According to the place | |
He carried a little lute across his back | |
And a strange hat on his head | |
Every night he was there | |
In the court' s yard to delight | |
All the nobles that just called him " The Fool" | |
But his tongue was a sort of knife | |
And all his melodies and tales | |
Reechoed through the night | |
Lords of the realm never paid attention | |
To the words of a poor fool | |
Or they simply never understood him | |
He was living on the edge, and maybe | |
He would end up with a noose around his neck | |
But something was going to happen that night | |
Chorus: | |
Every night he was there | |
In the court' s yard to delight | |
All the nobles that just called him " The Fool" | |
But his tongue was a sort of knife | |
And all his melodies and tales | |
Reechoed through the night | |
So that night in the middle of the tale | |
He pointed at the King and burst out laughing: | |
A deathlike silence set on the guests! | |
So the wrathful Master rose to his feet | |
And chased the Fool out of his yard | |
But the Fool got near the Lords' table | |
Drank from Master' s goblet and said: | |
" God save the King!" and broke into a laugh! | |
Chased out of the Court | |
The fool took the way back home | |
But after a while he was seized by a sudden illness and dropped dead | |
Maybe there wasn' t just wine in that goblet | |
Chorus |
zuò qǔ : Corona, Revoltons | |
I' m going to tell you | |
About the story of a fool | |
Who met an ironic end | |
On the way back home | |
He was a queer fellow | |
Dressed in many colours | |
And many were his names | |
According to the place | |
He carried a little lute across his back | |
And a strange hat on his head | |
Every night he was there | |
In the court' s yard to delight | |
All the nobles that just called him " The Fool" | |
But his tongue was a sort of knife | |
And all his melodies and tales | |
Reechoed through the night | |
Lords of the realm never paid attention | |
To the words of a poor fool | |
Or they simply never understood him | |
He was living on the edge, and maybe | |
He would end up with a noose around his neck | |
But something was going to happen that night | |
Chorus: | |
Every night he was there | |
In the court' s yard to delight | |
All the nobles that just called him " The Fool" | |
But his tongue was a sort of knife | |
And all his melodies and tales | |
Reechoed through the night | |
So that night in the middle of the tale | |
He pointed at the King and burst out laughing: | |
A deathlike silence set on the guests! | |
So the wrathful Master rose to his feet | |
And chased the Fool out of his yard | |
But the Fool got near the Lords' table | |
Drank from Master' s goblet and said: | |
" God save the King!" and broke into a laugh! | |
Chased out of the Court | |
The fool took the way back home | |
But after a while he was seized by a sudden illness and dropped dead | |
Maybe there wasn' t just wine in that goblet | |
Chorus |