Song | The Children Of The Sea IV (Echo) |
Artist | Sagittarius |
Album | The Kingdom Come |
[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Cornelius Waldner |
[00:00.808] | 作词 : Stefan George |
[00:02.425] | |
[00:08.300] | The sea resounds, on every coast the lustre, |
[00:12.400] | The rising and the ebbing of the surf, |
[00:15.665] | The flakes of shinning foam, the screaming birds! |
[00:21.820] | O Children of the Sea whose early dreams |
[00:26.031] | Divine the bliss of ever young horizons, |
[00:29.660] | Want and abundance, action and repose, |
[00:34.937] | The waters sing for you – your praises surge |
[00:39.502] | Within the hollow shell the sea abandoned, |
[00:43.279] | The shell a boy holds to his ear, and listens, |
[00:48.199] | And gazes out into the salty wind. |
[00:51.879] | |
[00:56.740] | For you the song, and now you live in us, |
[01:02.656] | Unfathomed, cool-eyed, as if just forsaking |
[01:06.700] | The lap of waters and yet unaware |
[01:09.858] | How close the end! What alien shimmer masks |
[01:15.353] | Your head with smiles of smooth malignant oceans? |
[01:20.828] | No god can help you steer an ever course. |
[01:26.389] | The wave that bore you washes you like flotsam |
[01:30.139] | And in the west still glistens with your hair. |
[01:34.044] | |
[01:36.476] | On azure shores the gentle midday murmur |
[01:40.586] | Of sun-enveloped seas evokes your face |
[01:44.317] | In palpable and luring loveliness. |
[01:49.038] | You stand among the throngs with sombre eyes, |
[01:52.421] | Your cheek suffused with summer, and are equal |
[01:55.656] | To those we name with awe who, bridled only |
[01:59.549] | By strength within them, lived erect, and light, |
[02:04.891] | And shinning as the body of the Foamborn. |
[02:09.028] | |
[02:11.622] | But you the sea has cast from south to north, |
[02:15.760] | You, the amazing blend of fire and ice, |
[02:20.861] | Of sudden zest for strife and flaccid pauses. |
[02:25.789] | Why cling to us, you ending of this age, |
[02:30.492] | Choose us along with other for your whims? |
[02:34.416] | You feel the drive of wish or wave, but soon |
[02:38.398] | Your soul will have exhausted every pale, |
[02:42.199] | And Moan and stray, too frail for love or faith. |
[02:49.300] | |
[03:06.514] | The ring is closed. The sea-god circles cliff |
[03:12.409] | And island with his song, he flings a spell |
[03:16.840] | And links the course of destinies with waters |
[03:19.984] | That press and thrust and throng, or plead and glide, |
[03:26.148] | Are almost quelled but gather for return… |
[03:33.971] | Now, scourged beneath the longed-for storm, the tide |
[03:38.455] | Engulfs what moulders, and the current snatches |
[03:42.437] | You too! And yet your souls remain and sound |
[03:48.310] | Within the hollow shell the sea abandoned, |
[03:53.109] | The shell a boy holds to his ear, and listens, |
[03:57.441] | And gazes out into the salty wind. |
[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Cornelius Waldner |
[00:00.808] | zuò cí : Stefan George |
[00:02.425] | |
[00:08.300] | The sea resounds, on every coast the lustre, |
[00:12.400] | The rising and the ebbing of the surf, |
[00:15.665] | The flakes of shinning foam, the screaming birds! |
[00:21.820] | O Children of the Sea whose early dreams |
[00:26.031] | Divine the bliss of ever young horizons, |
[00:29.660] | Want and abundance, action and repose, |
[00:34.937] | The waters sing for you your praises surge |
[00:39.502] | Within the hollow shell the sea abandoned, |
[00:43.279] | The shell a boy holds to his ear, and listens, |
[00:48.199] | And gazes out into the salty wind. |
[00:51.879] | |
[00:56.740] | For you the song, and now you live in us, |
[01:02.656] | Unfathomed, cooleyed, as if just forsaking |
[01:06.700] | The lap of waters and yet unaware |
[01:09.858] | How close the end! What alien shimmer masks |
[01:15.353] | Your head with smiles of smooth malignant oceans? |
[01:20.828] | No god can help you steer an ever course. |
[01:26.389] | The wave that bore you washes you like flotsam |
[01:30.139] | And in the west still glistens with your hair. |
[01:34.044] | |
[01:36.476] | On azure shores the gentle midday murmur |
[01:40.586] | Of sunenveloped seas evokes your face |
[01:44.317] | In palpable and luring loveliness. |
[01:49.038] | You stand among the throngs with sombre eyes, |
[01:52.421] | Your cheek suffused with summer, and are equal |
[01:55.656] | To those we name with awe who, bridled only |
[01:59.549] | By strength within them, lived erect, and light, |
[02:04.891] | And shinning as the body of the Foamborn. |
[02:09.028] | |
[02:11.622] | But you the sea has cast from south to north, |
[02:15.760] | You, the amazing blend of fire and ice, |
[02:20.861] | Of sudden zest for strife and flaccid pauses. |
[02:25.789] | Why cling to us, you ending of this age, |
[02:30.492] | Choose us along with other for your whims? |
[02:34.416] | You feel the drive of wish or wave, but soon |
[02:38.398] | Your soul will have exhausted every pale, |
[02:42.199] | And Moan and stray, too frail for love or faith. |
[02:49.300] | |
[03:06.514] | The ring is closed. The seagod circles cliff |
[03:12.409] | And island with his song, he flings a spell |
[03:16.840] | And links the course of destinies with waters |
[03:19.984] | That press and thrust and throng, or plead and glide, |
[03:26.148] | Are almost quelled but gather for return |
[03:33.971] | Now, scourged beneath the longedfor storm, the tide |
[03:38.455] | Engulfs what moulders, and the current snatches |
[03:42.437] | You too! And yet your souls remain and sound |
[03:48.310] | Within the hollow shell the sea abandoned, |
[03:53.109] | The shell a boy holds to his ear, and listens, |
[03:57.441] | And gazes out into the salty wind. |