Song | The God of Sleep Has Made His House |
Artist | Current 93 |
Album | Sleep Has His House |
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作词 : Cashmore, Gower, Tibet | |
in a strange land | |
the god of sleep | |
has made his house | |
of marvellous design | |
under a hill | |
there is a cave | |
which of the sun | |
may nothing have | |
so that no man | |
may know aright | |
the point between | |
the day and the night | |
so that inward | |
there is no light | |
and so to speak | |
of that without | |
there stands no | |
great tree there about | |
whereupon might | |
crow or magpie alight | |
to call or to cry | |
there is no cock | |
to crow the day | |
neither beast which | |
might noise make | |
upon the hill | |
but all around | |
there is growing | |
on the ground | |
poppy which bears | |
the seed of sleep | |
a still water | |
all the time | |
is running over | |
the small stones | |
and it gives | |
great desire | |
to sleep | |
to sleep | |
and thus full of delight | |
sleep has his house |
zuo ci : Cashmore, Gower, Tibet | |
in a strange land | |
the god of sleep | |
has made his house | |
of marvellous design | |
under a hill | |
there is a cave | |
which of the sun | |
may nothing have | |
so that no man | |
may know aright | |
the point between | |
the day and the night | |
so that inward | |
there is no light | |
and so to speak | |
of that without | |
there stands no | |
great tree there about | |
whereupon might | |
crow or magpie alight | |
to call or to cry | |
there is no cock | |
to crow the day | |
neither beast which | |
might noise make | |
upon the hill | |
but all around | |
there is growing | |
on the ground | |
poppy which bears | |
the seed of sleep | |
a still water | |
all the time | |
is running over | |
the small stones | |
and it gives | |
great desire | |
to sleep | |
to sleep | |
and thus full of delight | |
sleep has his house |
zuò cí : Cashmore, Gower, Tibet | |
in a strange land | |
the god of sleep | |
has made his house | |
of marvellous design | |
under a hill | |
there is a cave | |
which of the sun | |
may nothing have | |
so that no man | |
may know aright | |
the point between | |
the day and the night | |
so that inward | |
there is no light | |
and so to speak | |
of that without | |
there stands no | |
great tree there about | |
whereupon might | |
crow or magpie alight | |
to call or to cry | |
there is no cock | |
to crow the day | |
neither beast which | |
might noise make | |
upon the hill | |
but all around | |
there is growing | |
on the ground | |
poppy which bears | |
the seed of sleep | |
a still water | |
all the time | |
is running over | |
the small stones | |
and it gives | |
great desire | |
to sleep | |
to sleep | |
and thus full of delight | |
sleep has his house |