Song | Duvalier's Dream |
Artist | Kris Kristofferson |
Album | Me And Bobby McGee |
作词 : Kristofferson | |
Duvalier was a bitter man who cursed the morning sun | |
That brought a new betrayal every day | |
He shunned the world of mortals and the sound of human tongues | |
And blessed the night that chased their sight away | |
A disillusioned dreamer who would never love again | |
Who'd tried of it and found that it was rotten | |
Preferring perfect strangers to the company of friends | |
Because strangers are so easily forgotten | |
Oh, it's hard to keep believing when you know you've been deceived | |
To face a lie and dare to try again, but there's nothing like a woman | |
With a spell of make believe to make a new believer of a man | |
Duvalier took the fickle turns of fortune in his stride | |
Expecting next to nothing out of life | |
Till fortune found a girl who fanned a flame he thought had died | |
Whose burning beauty cut him like a knife | |
She touched him through the senses that his mind could not control | |
Then smiling stepped aside and watched him fall | |
Betrayed by his own body and the hunger in his soul | |
Duvalier was a dreamer after all | |
Oh, it's hard to keep believing when you know you've been deceived | |
To face a lie and dare to try again, but there's nothing like a woman | |
With a spell of make believe to make a new believer of a man |
zuò cí : Kristofferson | |
Duvalier was a bitter man who cursed the morning sun | |
That brought a new betrayal every day | |
He shunned the world of mortals and the sound of human tongues | |
And blessed the night that chased their sight away | |
A disillusioned dreamer who would never love again | |
Who' d tried of it and found that it was rotten | |
Preferring perfect strangers to the company of friends | |
Because strangers are so easily forgotten | |
Oh, it' s hard to keep believing when you know you' ve been deceived | |
To face a lie and dare to try again, but there' s nothing like a woman | |
With a spell of make believe to make a new believer of a man | |
Duvalier took the fickle turns of fortune in his stride | |
Expecting next to nothing out of life | |
Till fortune found a girl who fanned a flame he thought had died | |
Whose burning beauty cut him like a knife | |
She touched him through the senses that his mind could not control | |
Then smiling stepped aside and watched him fall | |
Betrayed by his own body and the hunger in his soul | |
Duvalier was a dreamer after all | |
Oh, it' s hard to keep believing when you know you' ve been deceived | |
To face a lie and dare to try again, but there' s nothing like a woman | |
With a spell of make believe to make a new believer of a man |