Song | Sanssouci |
Artist | Rufus Wainwright |
Album | Release The Stars |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Rufus Wainwright |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Rufus Wainwright |
[00:15.15] | Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
[00:22.83] | The boys that made me lose the blues tonight, |
[00:28.57] | and then my eyesight |
[00:32.63] | All together, playing games of cards |
[00:40.23] | Gambling the tiny shards of brass, once my heart |
[00:48.41] | Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
[00:56.09] | I'm lookin' through the window from the garden |
[00:59.83] | |
[01:05.37] | Waitin' for the call to my hotel room |
[01:13.00] | I'm tired of writing elegies to boredom |
[01:21.17] | I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight |
[01:30.59] | Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
[01:39.07] | Surely not the one that loves me truly, only |
[01:43.31] | |
[01:47.47] | He's probably down at the stables, there |
[01:55.90] | Gently polishing my cabriolet, only |
[02:01.83] | I don't care, I really want to go |
[02:11.69] | So I'm opening the door wide to the ballroom |
[02:20.42] | Callin' up some dude from my hotel room |
[02:28.66] | I'm tired of writing elegies in general |
[02:37.01] | I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight |
[02:45.44] | Tonight, tonight... |
[03:17.82] | The candles seem to all have been blown out |
[03:26.80] | Cupid's wings have cobweb rings and no one's about |
[03:34.35] | Could it be I came to the wrong place? |
[03:40.59] | But I swear I saw them climb the stairs, that sweet mystery |
[03:51.64] | Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
[03:57.88] | It's only when you're outside that you notice |
[04:04.74] | Only from the window you can see them |
[04:16.97] | Once the door is open, all will vanish |
[04:24.40] | Ain't nobody at Sanssouci tonight |
[04:49.67] | Tonight, tonight |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : Rufus Wainwright |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : Rufus Wainwright |
[00:15.15] | Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
[00:22.83] | The boys that made me lose the blues tonight, |
[00:28.57] | and then my eyesight |
[00:32.63] | All together, playing games of cards |
[00:40.23] | Gambling the tiny shards of brass, once my heart |
[00:48.41] | Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
[00:56.09] | I' m lookin' through the window from the garden |
[00:59.83] | |
[01:05.37] | Waitin' for the call to my hotel room |
[01:13.00] | I' m tired of writing elegies to boredom |
[01:21.17] | I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight |
[01:30.59] | Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
[01:39.07] | Surely not the one that loves me truly, only |
[01:43.31] | |
[01:47.47] | He' s probably down at the stables, there |
[01:55.90] | Gently polishing my cabriolet, only |
[02:01.83] | I don' t care, I really want to go |
[02:11.69] | So I' m opening the door wide to the ballroom |
[02:20.42] | Callin' up some dude from my hotel room |
[02:28.66] | I' m tired of writing elegies in general |
[02:37.01] | I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight |
[02:45.44] | Tonight, tonight... |
[03:17.82] | The candles seem to all have been blown out |
[03:26.80] | Cupid' s wings have cobweb rings and no one' s about |
[03:34.35] | Could it be I came to the wrong place? |
[03:40.59] | But I swear I saw them climb the stairs, that sweet mystery |
[03:51.64] | Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
[03:57.88] | It' s only when you' re outside that you notice |
[04:04.74] | Only from the window you can see them |
[04:16.97] | Once the door is open, all will vanish |
[04:24.40] | Ain' t nobody at Sanssouci tonight |
[04:49.67] | Tonight, tonight |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : Rufus Wainwright |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : Rufus Wainwright |
[00:15.15] | Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
[00:22.83] | The boys that made me lose the blues tonight, |
[00:28.57] | and then my eyesight |
[00:32.63] | All together, playing games of cards |
[00:40.23] | Gambling the tiny shards of brass, once my heart |
[00:48.41] | Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
[00:56.09] | I' m lookin' through the window from the garden |
[00:59.83] | |
[01:05.37] | Waitin' for the call to my hotel room |
[01:13.00] | I' m tired of writing elegies to boredom |
[01:21.17] | I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight |
[01:30.59] | Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
[01:39.07] | Surely not the one that loves me truly, only |
[01:43.31] | |
[01:47.47] | He' s probably down at the stables, there |
[01:55.90] | Gently polishing my cabriolet, only |
[02:01.83] | I don' t care, I really want to go |
[02:11.69] | So I' m opening the door wide to the ballroom |
[02:20.42] | Callin' up some dude from my hotel room |
[02:28.66] | I' m tired of writing elegies in general |
[02:37.01] | I just want to be at Sanssouci tonight |
[02:45.44] | Tonight, tonight... |
[03:17.82] | The candles seem to all have been blown out |
[03:26.80] | Cupid' s wings have cobweb rings and no one' s about |
[03:34.35] | Could it be I came to the wrong place? |
[03:40.59] | But I swear I saw them climb the stairs, that sweet mystery |
[03:51.64] | Who will be at Sanssouci tonight? |
[03:57.88] | It' s only when you' re outside that you notice |
[04:04.74] | Only from the window you can see them |
[04:16.97] | Once the door is open, all will vanish |
[04:24.40] | Ain' t nobody at Sanssouci tonight |
[04:49.67] | Tonight, tonight |