Pale Song

	作曲 : Klimt 1918
	作词 : Klimt 1918
	Giddy stars, Legends tell
	Ceasing their hymns
	Falastin attends you now
	Israfel is your name
	So legends guess
	Despisest all pale song

	No one sings so wildly well
	As angel that trods skies
	And red loving moon
	We move:
	And they say
	He fades in our eyes
	We sing now
	Of freedom and rain
	But she is gone
	Brown eyes can't rain no more
	Just marble skin
	Where sun grew up us

	In Heaven, a spirit dwell
	Whose heart-strings are a lute
	Her lyre was, a little gun
	It sang like freedom calls

	I touch the mud
	So sweet
	So warm
	It's inside me
	I touch the mud
	You see
	So warm
	It's inside me
	We touch our mud
	A dream
	Our will
	It's a grave in filth
	I touch the mud
	Your eyes
	Your hand
	It's inside you

	No one sings so hardly well
	As poor man that loose
	Love and red loving fear
	As soldier that
	Swim in the fields of bodies
	He holds a lyre of doom
	The doom of earth & wish
	The wish Israphe

	zuò qǔ : Klimt 1918
	zuò cí : Klimt 1918
	Giddy stars, Legends tell
	Ceasing their hymns
	Falastin attends you now
	Israfel is your name
	So legends guess
	Despisest all pale song

	No one sings so wildly well
	As angel that trods skies
	And red loving moon
	We move:
	And they say
	He fades in our eyes
	We sing now
	Of freedom and rain
	But she is gone
	Brown eyes can' t rain no more
	Just marble skin
	Where sun grew up us

	In Heaven, a spirit dwell
	Whose heartstrings are a lute
	Her lyre was, a little gun
	It sang like freedom calls

	I touch the mud
	So sweet
	So warm
	It' s inside me
	I touch the mud
	You see
	So warm
	It' s inside me
	We touch our mud
	A dream
	Our will
	It' s a grave in filth
	I touch the mud
	Your eyes
	Your hand
	It' s inside you

	No one sings so hardly well
	As poor man that loose
	Love and red loving fear
	As soldier that
	Swim in the fields of bodies
	He holds a lyre of doom
	The doom of earth wish
	The wish Israphe