Song | Night Train To Lorca |
Artist | The Pogues |
Album | Original Album Series |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Finer | |
Across the dark and dusty plain | |
Where scars of old dry rivers run | |
Night unfolds, a coal black shroud | |
Across the hard and stony ground | |
Distant stars shining bright | |
In the cavern of the night | |
All is still and silence screams | |
To the thunder of the Lorca train | |
Flaming steal swift as wind | |
Wires hum the rails ring | |
Smokestack burning fiery sparks | |
Rise up to the stars | |
Towns asleep by empty roads | |
Churches rise from crooked roofs | |
Cloaked in darkness nothing stirs | |
Grow smaller darker disappear | |
See the moon so still and cold | |
A million stars that shed no warmth | |
Your nightmares all come out to play | |
In the silver light | |
Wait for sunrise in the east | |
Long shadows crawl across the plain | |
The ghosts of night will disappear | |
And lay your fears to rest | |
Steam hissed up, the hot coals glowed | |
The furnace blazed, the wheels they rolled | |
On tracks of iron, straight and cold | |
The silver moonlight danced | |
The flames are in the fireman's eye | |
Orange in the engines glow | |
Gleaming pistons whirling cranks | |
Wait for dawn the rooster's crow |
zuo ci : Finer | |
Across the dark and dusty plain | |
Where scars of old dry rivers run | |
Night unfolds, a coal black shroud | |
Across the hard and stony ground | |
Distant stars shining bright | |
In the cavern of the night | |
All is still and silence screams | |
To the thunder of the Lorca train | |
Flaming steal swift as wind | |
Wires hum the rails ring | |
Smokestack burning fiery sparks | |
Rise up to the stars | |
Towns asleep by empty roads | |
Churches rise from crooked roofs | |
Cloaked in darkness nothing stirs | |
Grow smaller darker disappear | |
See the moon so still and cold | |
A million stars that shed no warmth | |
Your nightmares all come out to play | |
In the silver light | |
Wait for sunrise in the east | |
Long shadows crawl across the plain | |
The ghosts of night will disappear | |
And lay your fears to rest | |
Steam hissed up, the hot coals glowed | |
The furnace blazed, the wheels they rolled | |
On tracks of iron, straight and cold | |
The silver moonlight danced | |
The flames are in the fireman' s eye | |
Orange in the engines glow | |
Gleaming pistons whirling cranks | |
Wait for dawn the rooster' s crow |
zuò cí : Finer | |
Across the dark and dusty plain | |
Where scars of old dry rivers run | |
Night unfolds, a coal black shroud | |
Across the hard and stony ground | |
Distant stars shining bright | |
In the cavern of the night | |
All is still and silence screams | |
To the thunder of the Lorca train | |
Flaming steal swift as wind | |
Wires hum the rails ring | |
Smokestack burning fiery sparks | |
Rise up to the stars | |
Towns asleep by empty roads | |
Churches rise from crooked roofs | |
Cloaked in darkness nothing stirs | |
Grow smaller darker disappear | |
See the moon so still and cold | |
A million stars that shed no warmth | |
Your nightmares all come out to play | |
In the silver light | |
Wait for sunrise in the east | |
Long shadows crawl across the plain | |
The ghosts of night will disappear | |
And lay your fears to rest | |
Steam hissed up, the hot coals glowed | |
The furnace blazed, the wheels they rolled | |
On tracks of iron, straight and cold | |
The silver moonlight danced | |
The flames are in the fireman' s eye | |
Orange in the engines glow | |
Gleaming pistons whirling cranks | |
Wait for dawn the rooster' s crow |