An Undoing World Lyrics
| Song | An Undoing World |
| Artist | The Klezmatics |
| Album | Possessed |
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| 作词 : Kushner, Svigals | |
| By the time we're done with dancing, | |
| Elsewhere darling you'll be glancing | |
| And the night's a river-torrent tearing us apart. | |
| Merely melody entwined us, | |
| Easily the ties that bind us | |
| Break in fibrillations of the heart. | |
| Don't cry out or cling in terror | |
| Darling that's a fatal error | |
| Clinging to a somebody you thought you knew was yours. | |
| Dispossession by attrition is a permanent condition | |
| That the wretched modern world endures. | |
| You drift away, you're carried by a stream. | |
| Refugee a wanderer you roam; | |
| You lose your way, so it will come to seem: | |
| No Place in Particular is home. | |
| You glance away, your house has disappeared, | |
| The sweater you've been knitting has unpurled. | |
| You live adrift, and everything you feared | |
| Comes to you in this undoing world. | |
| Copper-plated, nailed together, buffeted by ocean weather | |
| Stands the Queen of Exiles and our mother she may be. | |
| Hollow-breasted broken-hearted watching for her dear departed | |
| For her children cast upon the sea. | |
| At her back the great idyllic land of justice | |
| For exilic peoples ponders making justice private property. | |
| Darling never dream another woman might | |
| Have been your mother | |
| Someday you may be a refugee. | |
| A refugee, who's running from the wars, | |
| Hiding from the fire-bombs they've hurled; | |
| Eternally a stranger out-of-doors, | |
| Desperate in this undoing world. | |
| Mother for your derelicted | |
| Children from your womb evicted | |
| Grant us shelter harbor solace safety | |
| Let us in! | |
| Let us tell you where we travelled | |
| How our hopes our lives unravelled | |
| How unwelcome everywhere we've been |
| zuo ci : Kushner, Svigals | |
| By the time we' re done with dancing, | |
| Elsewhere darling you' ll be glancing | |
| And the night' s a rivertorrent tearing us apart. | |
| Merely melody entwined us, | |
| Easily the ties that bind us | |
| Break in fibrillations of the heart. | |
| Don' t cry out or cling in terror | |
| Darling that' s a fatal error | |
| Clinging to a somebody you thought you knew was yours. | |
| Dispossession by attrition is a permanent condition | |
| That the wretched modern world endures. | |
| You drift away, you' re carried by a stream. | |
| Refugee a wanderer you roam | |
| You lose your way, so it will come to seem: | |
| No Place in Particular is home. | |
| You glance away, your house has disappeared, | |
| The sweater you' ve been knitting has unpurled. | |
| You live adrift, and everything you feared | |
| Comes to you in this undoing world. | |
| Copperplated, nailed together, buffeted by ocean weather | |
| Stands the Queen of Exiles and our mother she may be. | |
| Hollowbreasted brokenhearted watching for her dear departed | |
| For her children cast upon the sea. | |
| At her back the great idyllic land of justice | |
| For exilic peoples ponders making justice private property. | |
| Darling never dream another woman might | |
| Have been your mother | |
| Someday you may be a refugee. | |
| A refugee, who' s running from the wars, | |
| Hiding from the firebombs they' ve hurled | |
| Eternally a stranger outofdoors, | |
| Desperate in this undoing world. | |
| Mother for your derelicted | |
| Children from your womb evicted | |
| Grant us shelter harbor solace safety | |
| Let us in! | |
| Let us tell you where we travelled | |
| How our hopes our lives unravelled | |
| How unwelcome everywhere we' ve been |
| zuò cí : Kushner, Svigals | |
| By the time we' re done with dancing, | |
| Elsewhere darling you' ll be glancing | |
| And the night' s a rivertorrent tearing us apart. | |
| Merely melody entwined us, | |
| Easily the ties that bind us | |
| Break in fibrillations of the heart. | |
| Don' t cry out or cling in terror | |
| Darling that' s a fatal error | |
| Clinging to a somebody you thought you knew was yours. | |
| Dispossession by attrition is a permanent condition | |
| That the wretched modern world endures. | |
| You drift away, you' re carried by a stream. | |
| Refugee a wanderer you roam | |
| You lose your way, so it will come to seem: | |
| No Place in Particular is home. | |
| You glance away, your house has disappeared, | |
| The sweater you' ve been knitting has unpurled. | |
| You live adrift, and everything you feared | |
| Comes to you in this undoing world. | |
| Copperplated, nailed together, buffeted by ocean weather | |
| Stands the Queen of Exiles and our mother she may be. | |
| Hollowbreasted brokenhearted watching for her dear departed | |
| For her children cast upon the sea. | |
| At her back the great idyllic land of justice | |
| For exilic peoples ponders making justice private property. | |
| Darling never dream another woman might | |
| Have been your mother | |
| Someday you may be a refugee. | |
| A refugee, who' s running from the wars, | |
| Hiding from the firebombs they' ve hurled | |
| Eternally a stranger outofdoors, | |
| Desperate in this undoing world. | |
| Mother for your derelicted | |
| Children from your womb evicted | |
| Grant us shelter harbor solace safety | |
| Let us in! | |
| Let us tell you where we travelled | |
| How our hopes our lives unravelled | |
| How unwelcome everywhere we' ve been |
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