Song | A Stopwatch and an Ordnance Map |
Artist | 上海 Echo 合唱团 |
Album | SSO打击乐与Echo合唱团音乐会 现场录音 |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : 斯蒂芬·斯彭德 | |
作曲 : Samuel Barber | |
A stopwatch and an ordnance map. | |
At five a man fell to the ground | |
And the watch flew off his wrist | |
Like a moon struck from the earth | |
Marking a blank time that stares | |
On the tides of change beneath. | |
All under the olive trees. | |
A stopwatch and an ordnance map. | |
He stayed faithfully in that place | |
From his living comrade split | |
By dividers of the bullet | |
Opening wide the distances | |
Of his final loneliness. | |
All under the olive trees. | |
A stopwatch and an ordnance map. | |
And the bones are fixed at five | |
Under the moon's timelessness; | |
But another who lives on | |
Wears within his heart forever | |
Space split open by the bullet. | |
All under the olive trees. |
zuo ci : si di fen si peng de | |
zuo qu : Samuel Barber | |
A stopwatch and an ordnance map. | |
At five a man fell to the ground | |
And the watch flew off his wrist | |
Like a moon struck from the earth | |
Marking a blank time that stares | |
On the tides of change beneath. | |
All under the olive trees. | |
A stopwatch and an ordnance map. | |
He stayed faithfully in that place | |
From his living comrade split | |
By dividers of the bullet | |
Opening wide the distances | |
Of his final loneliness. | |
All under the olive trees. | |
A stopwatch and an ordnance map. | |
And the bones are fixed at five | |
Under the moon' s timelessness | |
But another who lives on | |
Wears within his heart forever | |
Space split open by the bullet. | |
All under the olive trees. |
zuò cí : sī dì fēn sī péng dé | |
zuò qǔ : Samuel Barber | |
A stopwatch and an ordnance map. | |
At five a man fell to the ground | |
And the watch flew off his wrist | |
Like a moon struck from the earth | |
Marking a blank time that stares | |
On the tides of change beneath. | |
All under the olive trees. | |
A stopwatch and an ordnance map. | |
He stayed faithfully in that place | |
From his living comrade split | |
By dividers of the bullet | |
Opening wide the distances | |
Of his final loneliness. | |
All under the olive trees. | |
A stopwatch and an ordnance map. | |
And the bones are fixed at five | |
Under the moon' s timelessness | |
But another who lives on | |
Wears within his heart forever | |
Space split open by the bullet. | |
All under the olive trees. |