Song | The Traitor |
Artist | Leonard Cohen |
Album | The Essential Leonard Cohen 3.0 |
作曲 : Leonard Cohen | |
作词 : Leonard Cohen | |
The Traitor | |
Leonard Cohen | |
Now the Swan it floated on the English river | |
Ah the Rose of High Romance it opened wide | |
A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer | |
and the judges watched us from the other side | |
I told my mother "Mother, I must leave you | |
preserve my room but do not shed a tear | |
Should rumour of a shabby ending reach you | |
it was half my fault and half the atmosphere" | |
But the Rose I sickened with a scarlet fever | |
and the Swan I tempted with a sense of shame | |
She said at last I was her finest lover | |
and if she withered I would be to blame | |
The judges said you missed it by a fraction | |
rise up and brace your troops for the attack | |
Ah the dreamers ride against the men of action | |
Oh see the men of action falling back | |
But I lingered on her thighs a fatal moment | |
I kissed her lips as though I thirsted still | |
My falsity had stung me like a hornet | |
The poison sank and it paralysed my will | |
I could not move to warn all the younger soldiers | |
that they had been deserted from above | |
So on battlefields from here to Barcelona | |
I'm listed with the enemies of love | |
And long ago she said "I must be leaving, | |
Ah but keep my body here to lie upon | |
You can move it up and down and when I'm sleeping | |
Run some wire through that Rose and wind the Swan" | |
So daily I renew my idle duty | |
I touch her here and there - I know my place | |
I kiss her open mouth and I praise her beauty | |
and people call me traitor to my face |
zuò qǔ : Leonard Cohen | |
zuò cí : Leonard Cohen | |
The Traitor | |
Leonard Cohen | |
Now the Swan it floated on the English river | |
Ah the Rose of High Romance it opened wide | |
A sun tanned woman yearned me through the summer | |
and the judges watched us from the other side | |
I told my mother " Mother, I must leave you | |
preserve my room but do not shed a tear | |
Should rumour of a shabby ending reach you | |
it was half my fault and half the atmosphere" | |
But the Rose I sickened with a scarlet fever | |
and the Swan I tempted with a sense of shame | |
She said at last I was her finest lover | |
and if she withered I would be to blame | |
The judges said you missed it by a fraction | |
rise up and brace your troops for the attack | |
Ah the dreamers ride against the men of action | |
Oh see the men of action falling back | |
But I lingered on her thighs a fatal moment | |
I kissed her lips as though I thirsted still | |
My falsity had stung me like a hornet | |
The poison sank and it paralysed my will | |
I could not move to warn all the younger soldiers | |
that they had been deserted from above | |
So on battlefields from here to Barcelona | |
I' m listed with the enemies of love | |
And long ago she said " I must be leaving, | |
Ah but keep my body here to lie upon | |
You can move it up and down and when I' m sleeping | |
Run some wire through that Rose and wind the Swan" | |
So daily I renew my idle duty | |
I touch her here and there I know my place | |
I kiss her open mouth and I praise her beauty | |
and people call me traitor to my face |