| 歌曲 | Cheap Evening Return |
| 歌手 | Wigwam |
| 专辑 | Dark Album |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : PEMBROKE, JIM |
| [00:01.00] | 作曲 : RECHARDT, PEKKA EERO |
| [00:19.14] | Daemon had just dropped by to pass the time |
| [00:20.22] | With a peaceful cigarette |
| [00:24.21] | Or maybe with a roll-up filter-tip |
| [00:27.75] | He'd still not made it yet |
| [00:36.75] | Yes, went on down that old cafe |
| [00:38.22] | By the harbour for a little change of view |
| [00:41.25] | Took a seat next to the window |
| [00:48.75] | Like he would like to do |
| [00:49.47] | Saw the fishing boats |
| [00:56.61] | The time children fighting over an ice-cream cone |
| [00:59.91] | And a pack of Camels on the shelf and beach |
| [01:03.90] | Through the rings of smoke he'd blown |
| [01:10.26] | Chimney shadows of the factories |
| [01:13.77] | Grey walls across the floor |
| [01:16.95] | Telegraph-poles and sandy coves |
| [01:20.04] | Running down and alone to the shore |
| [01:25.74] | Yes, and the statue by the quayside |
| [01:28.41] | Of the lancer, once so proud and brave |
| [01:35.28] | All in remembrance of his heroic deeds |
| [01:38.37] | As he lies at peace in his grave |
| [01:48.75] | Yes, in eighteen twenty-four |
| [01:49.32] | Somebody had won a war for sure, he thought |
| [01:50.49] | And there were flags and ribbons waving |
| [01:56.61] | There was feast and celebration, in the air cries of joys |
| [02:06.75] | While outside by a steam-shovel |
| [02:07.38] | Was a child playing with a toy |
| [02:15.81] | Cheap evening return |
| [02:45.45] | Cheap evening return |
| [02:47.82] | Cheap evening return |
| [02:48.69] | Yes, in nineteen thirty-four |
| [02:49.41] | Somebody had lost a war |
| [02:54.90] | There was trial and tribulation |
| [03:01.26] | Oh and the laundry lines with pants that dance |
| [03:04.98] | Shirts flying in the careless breeze |
| [03:10.08] | Overgrown garden-house, glass, doctor, leaves |
| [03:12.57] | Falling from the trees |
| [03:19.11] | Like merging into one, lemmings on the run |
| [03:23.79] | Perhaps should be somewhere else, who could |
| [03:27.15] | Slithering down the sky was candy floss |
| [03:31.38] | The child had tossed it up against the window pane |
| [03:37.65] | And by nineteen something or other |
| [03:38.73] | Yes somebody might like another war |
| [03:49.56] | There could be nothin' left to fight for anymore |
| [03:51.00] | There'll be feast and celebration, in the air cries of joy |
| [04:03.90] | While outside by a little barrel |
| [04:04.68] | Was a child playing with a toy |
| [04:05.43] | Cheap evening return |
| [04:06.69] | Cheap evening return |
| [04:08.31] | Cheap evening return |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : PEMBROKE, JIM |
| [00:01.00] | zuò qǔ : RECHARDT, PEKKA EERO |
| [00:19.14] | Daemon had just dropped by to pass the time |
| [00:20.22] | With a peaceful cigarette |
| [00:24.21] | Or maybe with a roll-up filter-tip |
| [00:27.75] | He' d still not made it yet |
| [00:36.75] | Yes, went on down that old cafe |
| [00:38.22] | By the harbour for a little change of view |
| [00:41.25] | Took a seat next to the window |
| [00:48.75] | Like he would like to do |
| [00:49.47] | Saw the fishing boats |
| [00:56.61] | The time children fighting over an ice-cream cone |
| [00:59.91] | And a pack of Camels on the shelf and beach |
| [01:03.90] | Through the rings of smoke he' d blown |
| [01:10.26] | Chimney shadows of the factories |
| [01:13.77] | Grey walls across the floor |
| [01:16.95] | Telegraph-poles and sandy coves |
| [01:20.04] | Running down and alone to the shore |
| [01:25.74] | Yes, and the statue by the quayside |
| [01:28.41] | Of the lancer, once so proud and brave |
| [01:35.28] | All in remembrance of his heroic deeds |
| [01:38.37] | As he lies at peace in his grave |
| [01:48.75] | Yes, in eighteen twenty-four |
| [01:49.32] | Somebody had won a war for sure, he thought |
| [01:50.49] | And there were flags and ribbons waving |
| [01:56.61] | There was feast and celebration, in the air cries of joys |
| [02:06.75] | While outside by a steam-shovel |
| [02:07.38] | Was a child playing with a toy |
| [02:15.81] | Cheap evening return |
| [02:45.45] | Cheap evening return |
| [02:47.82] | Cheap evening return |
| [02:48.69] | Yes, in nineteen thirty-four |
| [02:49.41] | Somebody had lost a war |
| [02:54.90] | There was trial and tribulation |
| [03:01.26] | Oh and the laundry lines with pants that dance |
| [03:04.98] | Shirts flying in the careless breeze |
| [03:10.08] | Overgrown garden-house, glass, doctor, leaves |
| [03:12.57] | Falling from the trees |
| [03:19.11] | Like merging into one, lemmings on the run |
| [03:23.79] | Perhaps should be somewhere else, who could |
| [03:27.15] | Slithering down the sky was candy floss |
| [03:31.38] | The child had tossed it up against the window pane |
| [03:37.65] | And by nineteen something or other |
| [03:38.73] | Yes somebody might like another war |
| [03:49.56] | There could be nothin' left to fight for anymore |
| [03:51.00] | There' ll be feast and celebration, in the air cries of joy |
| [04:03.90] | While outside by a little barrel |
| [04:04.68] | Was a child playing with a toy |
| [04:05.43] | Cheap evening return |
| [04:06.69] | Cheap evening return |
| [04:08.31] | Cheap evening return |