La Colombe (LP Version) Lyrics
| Song | La Colombe (LP Version) |
| Artist | Judy Collins |
| Album | In My Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.000] | 作词 : Jacques Brel/E. B. Marks/Brel-Clayre |
| [00:01.000] | 作曲 : Jacques Brel/E. B. Marks/Brel-Clayre |
| [00:20.271] | Why all these bugles crying |
| [00:23.521] | For squads of young men drilled |
| [00:27.025] | To kill and to be killed |
| [00:31.520] | And waiting by this train? |
| [00:35.771] | Why the orders loud and hoarse |
| [00:39.520] | Why the engine's groaning cough |
| [00:43.521] | As it strains to drag us off |
| [00:48.021] | Into the holocaust? |
| [00:51.521] | Why crowds who sing and cry |
| [00:56.271] | And shout and fling us flowers |
| [01:00.020] | And trade their right for ours |
| [01:03.521] | To murder and to die? |
| [01:07.271] | The dove has torn her wings |
| [01:10.020] | So no more songs of love |
| [01:16.021] | We are not here to sing |
| [01:19.271] | We're here to kill the dove |
| [01:26.021] | Why has this moment come |
| [01:29.271] | When childhood has to die |
| [01:33.522] | When hope shrinks to a sigh |
| [01:37.521] | And speech into a drum? |
| [01:42.021] | Why are they pale and still |
| [01:45.770] | Young boys trained overnight |
| [01:50.271] | Conscripts forced to fight |
| [01:53.770] | And dressed in gray to kill? |
| [01:57.521] | These rain clouds massing tight |
| [02:02.270] | This train load battle bound |
| [02:05.770] | This moving burial ground sent |
| [02:10.022] | Thundering toward the night |
| [02:14.021] | The dove has torn her wings |
| [02:17.021] | So no more songs of love |
| [02:23.021] | We are not here to sing |
| [02:25.521] | We're here to kill the dove |
| [02:33.270] | Why statues towering brave |
| [02:40.020] | Above the last defeat |
| [02:41.020] | Old word and lies repeat |
| [02:45.020] | Across the new made grave? |
| [02:49.770] | Why the same still birth |
| [02:52.770] | That victory always brought |
| [02:56.770] | These hoards of glory bought |
| [03:00.770] | By men with mouths of earth? |
| [03:05.520] | Dead ash without a spark |
| [03:09.520] | Where cities glittered bright |
| [03:13.520] | For guns probe every light |
| [03:16.770] | And crush it in the dark |
| [03:21.020] | The dove has torn her wings |
| [03:24.521] | So no more songs of love |
| [03:30.520] | We are not here to sing |
| [03:33.270] | We're here to kill the dove |
| [03:41.271] | And why your face undone |
| [03:45.770] | With jagged lines of tears |
| [03:49.271] | That gave in those first years |
| [03:53.521] | All peace I ever won? |
| [03:57.770] | Your body in the gloom |
| [04:01.521] | The platform fading back |
| [04:05.770] | Your shadow on the track |
| [04:10.021] | A flower on a tomb |
| [04:14.520] | And why these days ahead |
| [04:18.520] | When I must let you cry |
| [04:22.023] | And live prepared to die |
| [04:26.020] | As if our love were dead? |
| [04:30.521] | The dove has torn her wings |
| [04:33.270] | So no more songs of love |
| [04:40.521] | We are not here to sing |
| [04:44.021] | We're here to kill the dove |
| [00:00.000] | zuo ci : Jacques Brel E. B. Marks BrelClayre |
| [00:01.000] | zuo qu : Jacques Brel E. B. Marks BrelClayre |
| [00:20.271] | Why all these bugles crying |
| [00:23.521] | For squads of young men drilled |
| [00:27.025] | To kill and to be killed |
| [00:31.520] | And waiting by this train? |
| [00:35.771] | Why the orders loud and hoarse |
| [00:39.520] | Why the engine' s groaning cough |
| [00:43.521] | As it strains to drag us off |
| [00:48.021] | Into the holocaust? |
| [00:51.521] | Why crowds who sing and cry |
| [00:56.271] | And shout and fling us flowers |
| [01:00.020] | And trade their right for ours |
| [01:03.521] | To murder and to die? |
| [01:07.271] | The dove has torn her wings |
| [01:10.020] | So no more songs of love |
| [01:16.021] | We are not here to sing |
| [01:19.271] | We' re here to kill the dove |
| [01:26.021] | Why has this moment come |
| [01:29.271] | When childhood has to die |
| [01:33.522] | When hope shrinks to a sigh |
| [01:37.521] | And speech into a drum? |
| [01:42.021] | Why are they pale and still |
| [01:45.770] | Young boys trained overnight |
| [01:50.271] | Conscripts forced to fight |
| [01:53.770] | And dressed in gray to kill? |
| [01:57.521] | These rain clouds massing tight |
| [02:02.270] | This train load battle bound |
| [02:05.770] | This moving burial ground sent |
| [02:10.022] | Thundering toward the night |
| [02:14.021] | The dove has torn her wings |
| [02:17.021] | So no more songs of love |
| [02:23.021] | We are not here to sing |
| [02:25.521] | We' re here to kill the dove |
| [02:33.270] | Why statues towering brave |
| [02:40.020] | Above the last defeat |
| [02:41.020] | Old word and lies repeat |
| [02:45.020] | Across the new made grave? |
| [02:49.770] | Why the same still birth |
| [02:52.770] | That victory always brought |
| [02:56.770] | These hoards of glory bought |
| [03:00.770] | By men with mouths of earth? |
| [03:05.520] | Dead ash without a spark |
| [03:09.520] | Where cities glittered bright |
| [03:13.520] | For guns probe every light |
| [03:16.770] | And crush it in the dark |
| [03:21.020] | The dove has torn her wings |
| [03:24.521] | So no more songs of love |
| [03:30.520] | We are not here to sing |
| [03:33.270] | We' re here to kill the dove |
| [03:41.271] | And why your face undone |
| [03:45.770] | With jagged lines of tears |
| [03:49.271] | That gave in those first years |
| [03:53.521] | All peace I ever won? |
| [03:57.770] | Your body in the gloom |
| [04:01.521] | The platform fading back |
| [04:05.770] | Your shadow on the track |
| [04:10.021] | A flower on a tomb |
| [04:14.520] | And why these days ahead |
| [04:18.520] | When I must let you cry |
| [04:22.023] | And live prepared to die |
| [04:26.020] | As if our love were dead? |
| [04:30.521] | The dove has torn her wings |
| [04:33.270] | So no more songs of love |
| [04:40.521] | We are not here to sing |
| [04:44.021] | We' re here to kill the dove |
| [00:00.000] | zuò cí : Jacques Brel E. B. Marks BrelClayre |
| [00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Jacques Brel E. B. Marks BrelClayre |
| [00:20.271] | Why all these bugles crying |
| [00:23.521] | For squads of young men drilled |
| [00:27.025] | To kill and to be killed |
| [00:31.520] | And waiting by this train? |
| [00:35.771] | Why the orders loud and hoarse |
| [00:39.520] | Why the engine' s groaning cough |
| [00:43.521] | As it strains to drag us off |
| [00:48.021] | Into the holocaust? |
| [00:51.521] | Why crowds who sing and cry |
| [00:56.271] | And shout and fling us flowers |
| [01:00.020] | And trade their right for ours |
| [01:03.521] | To murder and to die? |
| [01:07.271] | The dove has torn her wings |
| [01:10.020] | So no more songs of love |
| [01:16.021] | We are not here to sing |
| [01:19.271] | We' re here to kill the dove |
| [01:26.021] | Why has this moment come |
| [01:29.271] | When childhood has to die |
| [01:33.522] | When hope shrinks to a sigh |
| [01:37.521] | And speech into a drum? |
| [01:42.021] | Why are they pale and still |
| [01:45.770] | Young boys trained overnight |
| [01:50.271] | Conscripts forced to fight |
| [01:53.770] | And dressed in gray to kill? |
| [01:57.521] | These rain clouds massing tight |
| [02:02.270] | This train load battle bound |
| [02:05.770] | This moving burial ground sent |
| [02:10.022] | Thundering toward the night |
| [02:14.021] | The dove has torn her wings |
| [02:17.021] | So no more songs of love |
| [02:23.021] | We are not here to sing |
| [02:25.521] | We' re here to kill the dove |
| [02:33.270] | Why statues towering brave |
| [02:40.020] | Above the last defeat |
| [02:41.020] | Old word and lies repeat |
| [02:45.020] | Across the new made grave? |
| [02:49.770] | Why the same still birth |
| [02:52.770] | That victory always brought |
| [02:56.770] | These hoards of glory bought |
| [03:00.770] | By men with mouths of earth? |
| [03:05.520] | Dead ash without a spark |
| [03:09.520] | Where cities glittered bright |
| [03:13.520] | For guns probe every light |
| [03:16.770] | And crush it in the dark |
| [03:21.020] | The dove has torn her wings |
| [03:24.521] | So no more songs of love |
| [03:30.520] | We are not here to sing |
| [03:33.270] | We' re here to kill the dove |
| [03:41.271] | And why your face undone |
| [03:45.770] | With jagged lines of tears |
| [03:49.271] | That gave in those first years |
| [03:53.521] | All peace I ever won? |
| [03:57.770] | Your body in the gloom |
| [04:01.521] | The platform fading back |
| [04:05.770] | Your shadow on the track |
| [04:10.021] | A flower on a tomb |
| [04:14.520] | And why these days ahead |
| [04:18.520] | When I must let you cry |
| [04:22.023] | And live prepared to die |
| [04:26.020] | As if our love were dead? |
| [04:30.521] | The dove has torn her wings |
| [04:33.270] | So no more songs of love |
| [04:40.521] | We are not here to sing |
| [04:44.021] | We' re here to kill the dove |
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