| Song | The Lazarus Heart |
| Artist | Sting |
| Album | Nothing Like The Sun |
| 作曲 : Sting | |
| 作词 : Sting | |
| Lyrics：Sting Music：Sting | |
| He looked beneath his shirt today | |
| There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide | |
| From the wound a lovely flower grew | |
| From somewhere deep inside | |
| He turned around to face his mother | |
| To show her the wound in his breast | |
| That burned like a brand | |
| But the sword that cut him open | |
| Was the sword in his mother's hand | |
| Every day another miracle | |
| Only death will tear us apart | |
| To sacrifice a life for yours | |
| I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart | |
| The blood of the Lazarus heart | |
| Though the sword was his protection | |
| The wound itself would give him power | |
| The power to remake himself at the time of his darkest hour | |
| She said the wound would give him courage and pain | |
| The kind of pain that you can't hide | |
| From the wound a lovely flower grew | |
| From somewhere deep inside | |
| Every day another miracle | |
| Only death will keep us apart | |
| To sacrifice a life for yours | |
| I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart | |
| The blood of the Lazarus heart | |
| Birds on the roof of my mother's house | |
| I've no stones that chase them away | |
| Birds on the roof of my mother's house | |
| Will sit on my roof someday | |
| They fly at the window, they fly at the door | |
| Where does she get the strength to fight them anymore | |
| She counts all her children as a shield against the rain | |
| Lifts her eyes to the sky like a flower to the rain | |
| Every day another miracle | |
| Only death will keep us apart | |
| To sacrifice a life for yours | |
| I'd be the blood of the Lazarus heart | |
| The blood of the Lazarus heart |
| zuò qǔ : Sting | |
| zuò cí : Sting | |
| Lyrics: Sting Music: Sting | |
| He looked beneath his shirt today | |
| There was a wound in his flesh so deep and wide | |
| From the wound a lovely flower grew | |
| From somewhere deep inside | |
| He turned around to face his mother | |
| To show her the wound in his breast | |
| That burned like a brand | |
| But the sword that cut him open | |
| Was the sword in his mother' s hand | |
| Every day another miracle | |
| Only death will tear us apart | |
| To sacrifice a life for yours | |
| I' d be the blood of the Lazarus heart | |
| The blood of the Lazarus heart | |
| Though the sword was his protection | |
| The wound itself would give him power | |
| The power to remake himself at the time of his darkest hour | |
| She said the wound would give him courage and pain | |
| The kind of pain that you can' t hide | |
| From the wound a lovely flower grew | |
| From somewhere deep inside | |
| Every day another miracle | |
| Only death will keep us apart | |
| To sacrifice a life for yours | |
| I' d be the blood of the Lazarus heart | |
| The blood of the Lazarus heart | |
| Birds on the roof of my mother' s house | |
| I' ve no stones that chase them away | |
| Birds on the roof of my mother' s house | |
| Will sit on my roof someday | |
| They fly at the window, they fly at the door | |
| Where does she get the strength to fight them anymore | |
| She counts all her children as a shield against the rain | |
| Lifts her eyes to the sky like a flower to the rain | |
| Every day another miracle | |
| Only death will keep us apart | |
| To sacrifice a life for yours | |
| I' d be the blood of the Lazarus heart | |
| The blood of the Lazarus heart |