The Sleeper

Song The Sleeper
Artist Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows
Album Dead Lovers' Sarabande (Face One)

Lyrics

[00:00.00] 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea
[00:01.00] 作词 : Edgar Allan Poe
[00:54.983] At midnight,in the month of June,
[01:01.569] I stand beneath the mystic moon.
[01:07.904] An opiate vapor,dewy,dim,
[01:14.351] Exhales from out her golden rim,
[01:20.581] And,softly dripping,drop by drop,
[01:27.207] Upon the quiet mountain top,
[01:33.517] Steals drowsily and musically
[01:39.773] Into the universal valley,
[01:46.254] The rosemary nods upon the grave;
[01:52.710] The lily lolls upon the wave;
[01:59.221] Wrapping the fog about its breast,
[02:05.497] The ruin molders into rest;
[02:11.991] Looking like Lethe,see!the lake
[02:18.277] A conscious slumber seems to take,
[02:24.623] And would not,for the world,awake.
[02:30.974] And would not,for the world,awake.
[02:37.495] All Beauty sleeps!-and lo!where lies
[02:43.745] the skace men dou ben till the sky.
[02:52.73] Irene,with her Destinies!
[03:03.401] O,lady bright!can it be right-
[03:09.433] This window open to the night?
[03:15.805] The wanton airs,from the tree-top,
[03:22.217] Laughingly through the lattice drop-
[03:28.636] The bodiless airs,a wizard rout,
[03:35.102] Flit through thy chamber in and out,
[03:41.417] And wave the curtain canopy
[03:47.748] So fitfully-so cearfully-
[05:41.203] Above the closed and fringed lid
[05:47.50] ''Neath which thy slumb ′′ring soul lies hid,
[05:53.509] That,o ′′er the floor and down the wall,
[05:59.709] Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
[06:06.248] Oh,lady dear,hast thou no fear?
[06:12.476] Why and what art thou dreaming here?
[06:18.882] Sure thou art come O ′′er far-off seas,
[06:25.246] A wonder to these garden trees!
[07:10.432] Strange is thy pallor!strange thy dress,
[07:16.437] Strange,above all,thy length of tress,
[07:22.32] And this all this
[07:29.289] And this all solemn silentness!
[07:35.665] My lover sleeps!Oh,may her sleep,
[07:41.981] Which is enduring,so be deep!
[07:48.514] Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
[08:01.404] This chamber changed for one more holy,
[08:07.637] This bed for one more melancholy,
[08:12.832] I pray to God that he may lie
[08:20.349] For ever with unopened eye,
[08:27.706] While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!
[09:32.632] My love,she sleeps!Oh,may her sleep
[09:35.555] As it is lasting,so be deep!
[09:38.658] Soft may the worms about her creep!
[09:41.650] May the worms about her creep!
[09:45.13] My love,she sleeps!Oh,may her sleep
[09:47.716] As it is lasting,so be deep!
[09:50.879] Soft may the worms about her creep!
[09:53.887] May the worms about her creep!
[10:21.401] Far in the forest,dim and old,
[10:27.722] For her may some tall vault unfold-
[10:33.749] Some vault that of the flung its black
[10:40.03] And winged panels fluttering back,
[10:46.279] Triumphant,o ′′er the crested palls,
[10:52.214] Of her grand family funerals-
[10:58.630] Some sepulchre,remote,alone,
[11:04.554] Against whose portal she hath thrown,
[11:11.974] In childhood,many an idle stone-
[11:22.707] Some tomb from out whose sounding door
[11:29.133] She never shall force an echo more,
[11:36.428] Thrilling to think,poor child of sin!
[11:42.162] It was the dead who groaned within.

Pinyin

[00:00.00] zuò qǔ : AnnaVarney Cantodea
[00:01.00] zuò cí : Edgar Allan Poe
[00:54.983] At midnight, in the month of June,
[01:01.569] I stand beneath the mystic moon.
[01:07.904] An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
[01:14.351] Exhales from out her golden rim,
[01:20.581] And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
[01:27.207] Upon the quiet mountain top,
[01:33.517] Steals drowsily and musically
[01:39.773] Into the universal valley,
[01:46.254] The rosemary nods upon the grave
[01:52.710] The lily lolls upon the wave
[01:59.221] Wrapping the fog about its breast,
[02:05.497] The ruin molders into rest
[02:11.991] Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
[02:18.277] A conscious slumber seems to take,
[02:24.623] And would not, for the world, awake.
[02:30.974] And would not, for the world, awake.
[02:37.495] All Beauty sleeps! and lo! where lies
[02:43.745] the skace men dou ben till the sky.
[02:52.73] Irene, with her Destinies!
[03:03.401] O, lady bright! can it be right
[03:09.433] This window open to the night?
[03:15.805] The wanton airs, from the treetop,
[03:22.217] Laughingly through the lattice drop
[03:28.636] The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
[03:35.102] Flit through thy chamber in and out,
[03:41.417] And wave the curtain canopy
[03:47.748] So fitfullyso cearfully
[05:41.203] Above the closed and fringed lid
[05:47.50] '' Neath which thy slumb ring soul lies hid,
[05:53.509] That, o er the floor and down the wall,
[05:59.709] Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
[06:06.248] Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
[06:12.476] Why and what art thou dreaming here?
[06:18.882] Sure thou art come O er faroff seas,
[06:25.246] A wonder to these garden trees!
[07:10.432] Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
[07:16.437] Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
[07:22.32] And this all this
[07:29.289] And this all solemn silentness!
[07:35.665] My lover sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
[07:41.981] Which is enduring, so be deep!
[07:48.514] Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
[08:01.404] This chamber changed for one more holy,
[08:07.637] This bed for one more melancholy,
[08:12.832] I pray to God that he may lie
[08:20.349] For ever with unopened eye,
[08:27.706] While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!
[09:32.632] My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep
[09:35.555] As it is lasting, so be deep!
[09:38.658] Soft may the worms about her creep!
[09:41.650] May the worms about her creep!
[09:45.13] My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep
[09:47.716] As it is lasting, so be deep!
[09:50.879] Soft may the worms about her creep!
[09:53.887] May the worms about her creep!
[10:21.401] Far in the forest, dim and old,
[10:27.722] For her may some tall vault unfold
[10:33.749] Some vault that of the flung its black
[10:40.03] And winged panels fluttering back,
[10:46.279] Triumphant, o er the crested palls,
[10:52.214] Of her grand family funerals
[10:58.630] Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
[11:04.554] Against whose portal she hath thrown,
[11:11.974] In childhood, many an idle stone
[11:22.707] Some tomb from out whose sounding door
[11:29.133] She never shall force an echo more,
[11:36.428] Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
[11:42.162] It was the dead who groaned within.