作词 : Burns | |
Artist:Calexico/Marianne Dissard | |
I live out yonder where the snakes and scorpions run | |
Got myself a little goldmine to bank on | |
But one day my heart sank when i saw madame in town | |
I knew her love would be the death of mine | |
L'amour pass? l'amour obsol e | |
(Past love and obsolete love) | |
Pourquoi perdre sa vie ?chercher l'or d'un coeur ? | |
(Why spending their whole lives searching for the gold of a heart ?) | |
Je ne me noierai pas dans ce d ert mystique | |
(I will not drown myself in this mystic desert) | |
Je ferme mes comptes et je repars | |
(I'm cashing in my chips and I ride again) | |
Do me a favor while I'm hanging here | |
Take this gold and go and hide | |
Ne gigote pas, ch i, sur ta corde pendu | |
( Don't twist, honey, on your hangin' rope ) | |
Don't worry I'll be free in no time | |
She promised me she would be there when i'd return | |
She didn't say she'd have a whole army there as well | |
She whispered 'Je t'aime baby' | |
As she fired that gun at me | |
Mais je n'ai plus le temps | |
(But I have no time now) | |
It's getting late and i'm running out of time | |
I should've stayed way out yonder | |
Better off with the scorpions and snakes | |
Every act which has no heart | |
Will be found out in the end | |
Guess I'm a little late this time | |
'Cause her love would be the death of mine | |
Mine, all mine |
zuo ci : Burns | |
Artist: Calexico Marianne Dissard | |
I live out yonder where the snakes and scorpions run | |
Got myself a little goldmine to bank on | |
But one day my heart sank when i saw madame in town | |
I knew her love would be the death of mine | |
L' amour pass? l' amour obsol e | |
Past love and obsolete love | |
Pourquoi perdre sa vie ? chercher l' or d' un coeur ? | |
Why spending their whole lives searching for the gold of a heart ? | |
Je ne me noierai pas dans ce d ert mystique | |
I will not drown myself in this mystic desert | |
Je ferme mes comptes et je repars | |
I' m cashing in my chips and I ride again | |
Do me a favor while I' m hanging here | |
Take this gold and go and hide | |
Ne gigote pas, ch i, sur ta corde pendu | |
Don' t twist, honey, on your hangin' rope | |
Don' t worry I' ll be free in no time | |
She promised me she would be there when i' d return | |
She didn' t say she' d have a whole army there as well | |
She whispered ' Je t' aime baby' | |
As she fired that gun at me | |
Mais je n' ai plus le temps | |
But I have no time now | |
It' s getting late and i' m running out of time | |
I should' ve stayed way out yonder | |
Better off with the scorpions and snakes | |
Every act which has no heart | |
Will be found out in the end | |
Guess I' m a little late this time | |
' Cause her love would be the death of mine | |
Mine, all mine |
zuò cí : Burns | |
Artist: Calexico Marianne Dissard | |
I live out yonder where the snakes and scorpions run | |
Got myself a little goldmine to bank on | |
But one day my heart sank when i saw madame in town | |
I knew her love would be the death of mine | |
L' amour pass? l' amour obsol e | |
Past love and obsolete love | |
Pourquoi perdre sa vie ? chercher l' or d' un coeur ? | |
Why spending their whole lives searching for the gold of a heart ? | |
Je ne me noierai pas dans ce d ert mystique | |
I will not drown myself in this mystic desert | |
Je ferme mes comptes et je repars | |
I' m cashing in my chips and I ride again | |
Do me a favor while I' m hanging here | |
Take this gold and go and hide | |
Ne gigote pas, ch i, sur ta corde pendu | |
Don' t twist, honey, on your hangin' rope | |
Don' t worry I' ll be free in no time | |
She promised me she would be there when i' d return | |
She didn' t say she' d have a whole army there as well | |
She whispered ' Je t' aime baby' | |
As she fired that gun at me | |
Mais je n' ai plus le temps | |
But I have no time now | |
It' s getting late and i' m running out of time | |
I should' ve stayed way out yonder | |
Better off with the scorpions and snakes | |
Every act which has no heart | |
Will be found out in the end | |
Guess I' m a little late this time | |
' Cause her love would be the death of mine | |
Mine, all mine |