Song | Something The Boy Said |
Artist | Sting |
Album | Ten Summoner's Tales |
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作曲 : Sting | |
作词 : Sting | |
Lyrics:Sting Music:Sting | |
When we set out on this journey | |
There were no doubts in our minds | |
We set our eyes to the distance | |
We would find what we would find | |
We took courage from our numbers | |
What we sought, we did not fear | |
Sometimes we'd glimpse a shadow falling | |
Then the shadow would disappear | |
But our thoughts kept returning | |
To something the boy said as we turned to go | |
He said 'You'll never see our faces again, | |
You'll be food for a carrion crow'. | |
Every step we took today | |
Our thoughts would always stray | |
From the wind on the moor so wild | |
To the words of the captain's child | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
In the circles we made with our fires | |
We talked of the pale afternoon | |
The clouds were like dark riders | |
Flying on the face of the moon | |
We spoke our fears to the captain | |
And asked what his son could know | |
For we would never have marched so far | |
To be food for a crow | |
Every step we took today | |
Our thoughts would always stray | |
From the wind on the moor so wild | |
To the words of the captain's child | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
When I awoke this morning | |
The sun's eye was red as blood | |
The stench of burning corpses | |
Faces in the mud | |
Am I dead or am I living? | |
I'm too afraid to care, I'm too afraid to know | |
I'm too afraid to look behind me | |
At the feast of the crow | |
We spoke our fears to the captain | |
And asked what his son could know | |
For we would never have marched so far | |
To be food, for a crow | |
Something the boy said... |
zuo qu : Sting | |
zuo ci : Sting | |
Lyrics: Sting Music: Sting | |
When we set out on this journey | |
There were no doubts in our minds | |
We set our eyes to the distance | |
We would find what we would find | |
We took courage from our numbers | |
What we sought, we did not fear | |
Sometimes we' d glimpse a shadow falling | |
Then the shadow would disappear | |
But our thoughts kept returning | |
To something the boy said as we turned to go | |
He said ' You' ll never see our faces again, | |
You' ll be food for a carrion crow'. | |
Every step we took today | |
Our thoughts would always stray | |
From the wind on the moor so wild | |
To the words of the captain' s child | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
In the circles we made with our fires | |
We talked of the pale afternoon | |
The clouds were like dark riders | |
Flying on the face of the moon | |
We spoke our fears to the captain | |
And asked what his son could know | |
For we would never have marched so far | |
To be food for a crow | |
Every step we took today | |
Our thoughts would always stray | |
From the wind on the moor so wild | |
To the words of the captain' s child | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
When I awoke this morning | |
The sun' s eye was red as blood | |
The stench of burning corpses | |
Faces in the mud | |
Am I dead or am I living? | |
I' m too afraid to care, I' m too afraid to know | |
I' m too afraid to look behind me | |
At the feast of the crow | |
We spoke our fears to the captain | |
And asked what his son could know | |
For we would never have marched so far | |
To be food, for a crow | |
Something the boy said... |
zuò qǔ : Sting | |
zuò cí : Sting | |
Lyrics: Sting Music: Sting | |
When we set out on this journey | |
There were no doubts in our minds | |
We set our eyes to the distance | |
We would find what we would find | |
We took courage from our numbers | |
What we sought, we did not fear | |
Sometimes we' d glimpse a shadow falling | |
Then the shadow would disappear | |
But our thoughts kept returning | |
To something the boy said as we turned to go | |
He said ' You' ll never see our faces again, | |
You' ll be food for a carrion crow'. | |
Every step we took today | |
Our thoughts would always stray | |
From the wind on the moor so wild | |
To the words of the captain' s child | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
In the circles we made with our fires | |
We talked of the pale afternoon | |
The clouds were like dark riders | |
Flying on the face of the moon | |
We spoke our fears to the captain | |
And asked what his son could know | |
For we would never have marched so far | |
To be food for a crow | |
Every step we took today | |
Our thoughts would always stray | |
From the wind on the moor so wild | |
To the words of the captain' s child | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
Something the boy said | |
When I awoke this morning | |
The sun' s eye was red as blood | |
The stench of burning corpses | |
Faces in the mud | |
Am I dead or am I living? | |
I' m too afraid to care, I' m too afraid to know | |
I' m too afraid to look behind me | |
At the feast of the crow | |
We spoke our fears to the captain | |
And asked what his son could know | |
For we would never have marched so far | |
To be food, for a crow | |
Something the boy said... |