Song | September The Ninth |
Artist | Robert Wyatt |
Album | Shleep |
作词 : Benge, Wyatt | |
Woman wishing for wings, | |
(Too large a lump to pass for bird), | |
Hopes that by wishing hard enough | |
She will cast off the ballast. | |
And the swallows | |
Will politely accept her waving arms | |
As wings, | |
And she will join in with them, | |
And she will rise up with them, | |
And she will | |
Fly. |
zuò cí : Benge, Wyatt | |
Woman wishing for wings, | |
Too large a lump to pass for bird, | |
Hopes that by wishing hard enough | |
She will cast off the ballast. | |
And the swallows | |
Will politely accept her waving arms | |
As wings, | |
And she will join in with them, | |
And she will rise up with them, | |
And she will | |
Fly. |