Song | Joan Of Arc |
Artist | Leonard Cohen |
Album | Songs Of Leonard Cohen / Songs Of Love And Hate (Coffret 2 CD) |
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[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Leonard Cohen |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Leonard Cohen |
[00:29.31] | Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc |
[00:34.74] | as she came riding through the dark; |
[00:41.85] | no moon to keep her armour bright, |
[00:45.92] | no man to get her through this very smoky night. |
[00:53.03] | She said,'I'm tired of the war, |
[01:02.67] | I want the kind of work I had before, |
[01:07.04] | a wedding dress or something white |
[01:13.24] | to wear upon my swollen appetite.' |
[01:20.06] | Well,I'm glad to hear you talk this way, |
[01:56.87] | you know I've watched you riding every day |
[02:03.27] | and something in me yearns to win |
[02:05.96] | such a cold and lonesome heroine. |
[02:14.60] | 'And who are you?'she sternly spoke |
[02:26.54] | to the one beneath the smoke. |
[02:30.45] | 'Why,I'm fire,'he replied, |
[02:34.71] | 'And I love your solitude,I love your pride.' |
[02:41.16] | 'Then fire,make your body cold, |
[03:19.71] | I'm going to give you mine to hold,' |
[03:27.53] | saying this she climbed inside |
[03:31.03] | to be his one,to be his only bride. |
[03:41.90] | And deep into his fiery heart |
[03:45.41] | he took the dust of Joan of Arc, |
[03:51.91] | and high above the wedding guests |
[03:55.97] | he hung the ashes of her wedding dress. |
[04:01.05] | It was deep into his fiery heart |
[04:40.71] | he took the dust of Joan of Arc, |
[04:45.99] | and then she clearly understood |
[04:48.48] | if he was fire,oh then she must be wood. |
[05:03.01] | I saw her wince,I saw her cry, |
[05:15.30] | I saw the glory in her eye. |
[05:19.41] | Myself I long for love and light, |
[05:20.42] | but must it come so cruel,and oh so bright? |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Leonard Cohen |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : Leonard Cohen |
[00:29.31] | Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc |
[00:34.74] | as she came riding through the dark |
[00:41.85] | no moon to keep her armour bright, |
[00:45.92] | no man to get her through this very smoky night. |
[00:53.03] | She said,' I' m tired of the war, |
[01:02.67] | I want the kind of work I had before, |
[01:07.04] | a wedding dress or something white |
[01:13.24] | to wear upon my swollen appetite.' |
[01:20.06] | Well, I' m glad to hear you talk this way, |
[01:56.87] | you know I' ve watched you riding every day |
[02:03.27] | and something in me yearns to win |
[02:05.96] | such a cold and lonesome heroine. |
[02:14.60] | ' And who are you?' she sternly spoke |
[02:26.54] | to the one beneath the smoke. |
[02:30.45] | ' Why, I' m fire,' he replied, |
[02:34.71] | ' And I love your solitude, I love your pride.' |
[02:41.16] | ' Then fire, make your body cold, |
[03:19.71] | I' m going to give you mine to hold,' |
[03:27.53] | saying this she climbed inside |
[03:31.03] | to be his one, to be his only bride. |
[03:41.90] | And deep into his fiery heart |
[03:45.41] | he took the dust of Joan of Arc, |
[03:51.91] | and high above the wedding guests |
[03:55.97] | he hung the ashes of her wedding dress. |
[04:01.05] | It was deep into his fiery heart |
[04:40.71] | he took the dust of Joan of Arc, |
[04:45.99] | and then she clearly understood |
[04:48.48] | if he was fire, oh then she must be wood. |
[05:03.01] | I saw her wince, I saw her cry, |
[05:15.30] | I saw the glory in her eye. |
[05:19.41] | Myself I long for love and light, |
[05:20.42] | but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright? |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Leonard Cohen |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Leonard Cohen |
[00:29.31] | Now the flames they followed Joan of Arc |
[00:34.74] | as she came riding through the dark |
[00:41.85] | no moon to keep her armour bright, |
[00:45.92] | no man to get her through this very smoky night. |
[00:53.03] | She said,' I' m tired of the war, |
[01:02.67] | I want the kind of work I had before, |
[01:07.04] | a wedding dress or something white |
[01:13.24] | to wear upon my swollen appetite.' |
[01:20.06] | Well, I' m glad to hear you talk this way, |
[01:56.87] | you know I' ve watched you riding every day |
[02:03.27] | and something in me yearns to win |
[02:05.96] | such a cold and lonesome heroine. |
[02:14.60] | ' And who are you?' she sternly spoke |
[02:26.54] | to the one beneath the smoke. |
[02:30.45] | ' Why, I' m fire,' he replied, |
[02:34.71] | ' And I love your solitude, I love your pride.' |
[02:41.16] | ' Then fire, make your body cold, |
[03:19.71] | I' m going to give you mine to hold,' |
[03:27.53] | saying this she climbed inside |
[03:31.03] | to be his one, to be his only bride. |
[03:41.90] | And deep into his fiery heart |
[03:45.41] | he took the dust of Joan of Arc, |
[03:51.91] | and high above the wedding guests |
[03:55.97] | he hung the ashes of her wedding dress. |
[04:01.05] | It was deep into his fiery heart |
[04:40.71] | he took the dust of Joan of Arc, |
[04:45.99] | and then she clearly understood |
[04:48.48] | if he was fire, oh then she must be wood. |
[05:03.01] | I saw her wince, I saw her cry, |
[05:15.30] | I saw the glory in her eye. |
[05:19.41] | Myself I long for love and light, |
[05:20.42] | but must it come so cruel, and oh so bright? |