| Song | A Raft Of Penguins |
| Artist | Ian Anderson |
| Album | Rupi's Dance |
| 作词 : Anderson | |
| A raft of penguins on a frozen sea. | |
| Expectant faces look down on me. | |
| Shuffle uneasy. The whistler plays. | |
| Counting eleven, they begin to pray. | |
| Tenuous but clinging, the missing link | |
| Joins us, closer than we might think. | |
| Some half remembered coarse jungle drum | |
| A naked heart-beat, trill and hum. | |
| This world's no stage for the faint at heart. | |
| Each symphony, a sum of parts. | |
| Each overture, a sweet foreplay. | |
| Let's crash and burn some other day. | |
| Bonded in terror or suspicion deep | |
| Tentative tiptoe or giant leap | |
| Call down the angels to guide them in | |
| A raft of penguins take to the wing. |
| zuò cí : Anderson | |
| A raft of penguins on a frozen sea. | |
| Expectant faces look down on me. | |
| Shuffle uneasy. The whistler plays. | |
| Counting eleven, they begin to pray. | |
| Tenuous but clinging, the missing link | |
| Joins us, closer than we might think. | |
| Some half remembered coarse jungle drum | |
| A naked heartbeat, trill and hum. | |
| This world' s no stage for the faint at heart. | |
| Each symphony, a sum of parts. | |
| Each overture, a sweet foreplay. | |
| Let' s crash and burn some other day. | |
| Bonded in terror or suspicion deep | |
| Tentative tiptoe or giant leap | |
| Call down the angels to guide them in | |
| A raft of penguins take to the wing. |