Song | The Sight of the Wind |
Artist | Robert Wyatt |
Album | Dondestan |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Benge, Wyatt | |
We could hear it | |
before the shutters were open, | |
the wind on the beach. | |
Then we found miniature sand dunes | |
on the concrete of the balcony | |
and a dead leaf zig-zagging, | |
scratching an urgent message in Sanskrit | |
before hitching a ride on a frisky gust. | |
A plastic bag caught by a rail | |
rearing to go, in such a flap | |
we set it free | |
to join a page of last week's news | |
racing high above the undulating beach, | |
and the invisible flying sand | |
casting a fast moving shadow | |
stroking the beach clean. | |
Yesterday's footprints vanished, | |
replaced by smooth rippling wave formations, | |
a copy of the sea. | |
No one walking, | |
not even the dogs. | |
A day for the rubbish to dance. |
zuo ci : Benge, Wyatt | |
We could hear it | |
before the shutters were open, | |
the wind on the beach. | |
Then we found miniature sand dunes | |
on the concrete of the balcony | |
and a dead leaf zigzagging, | |
scratching an urgent message in Sanskrit | |
before hitching a ride on a frisky gust. | |
A plastic bag caught by a rail | |
rearing to go, in such a flap | |
we set it free | |
to join a page of last week' s news | |
racing high above the undulating beach, | |
and the invisible flying sand | |
casting a fast moving shadow | |
stroking the beach clean. | |
Yesterday' s footprints vanished, | |
replaced by smooth rippling wave formations, | |
a copy of the sea. | |
No one walking, | |
not even the dogs. | |
A day for the rubbish to dance. |
zuò cí : Benge, Wyatt | |
We could hear it | |
before the shutters were open, | |
the wind on the beach. | |
Then we found miniature sand dunes | |
on the concrete of the balcony | |
and a dead leaf zigzagging, | |
scratching an urgent message in Sanskrit | |
before hitching a ride on a frisky gust. | |
A plastic bag caught by a rail | |
rearing to go, in such a flap | |
we set it free | |
to join a page of last week' s news | |
racing high above the undulating beach, | |
and the invisible flying sand | |
casting a fast moving shadow | |
stroking the beach clean. | |
Yesterday' s footprints vanished, | |
replaced by smooth rippling wave formations, | |
a copy of the sea. | |
No one walking, | |
not even the dogs. | |
A day for the rubbish to dance. |