歌曲 | We Have A Dog To Exercise |
歌手 | Sopor Æternus & the Ensemble of Shadows |
专辑 | La Chambre D'Echo - Where the Dead Birds Sing |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.00] | 作曲 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
[00:01.00] | 作词 : Anna-Varney Cantodea |
[00:35.67] | When the old ghost of suicide |
[00:39.03] | creeps slowly back into your mind |
[00:44.36] | then everything is bleak and blurred |
[00:47.67] | down here in the short-sighted world |
[00:53.06] | Yet this time I have to insist |
[00:56.72] | on the sharpness of the things I missed |
[01:02.01] | this once so loyal friend he's not that welcome anymore |
[01:28.72] | White fragile porcelain-boy |
[01:31.02] | some minor things shall be left unsaid |
[01:35.59] | yes you share the strongest desire for beauty |
[01:40.32] | as like all the enchanted you are more than blessed with it |
[01:48.23] | The boy is a prison-cell that like a child needs to be washed and fed |
[01:56.81] | These are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget |
[02:14.61] | The heavy smell of rotting flowers is chanting through the prison doors |
[02:23.82] | We kiss the dying world goodbye and leave it in good hands at the morque |
[02:52.34] | Well on the second day of excavation |
[02:55.11] | tell me what did you expect to find |
[03:01.11] | Be careful when you scratch the surface |
[03:04.98] | cause we all have a dog to exercise |
[03:09.81] | We are not lovers we are LIKERS |
[03:13.89] | We are merely hands and shake |
[03:18.47] | there are just FOUR from the list of the numberless things |
[03:22.89] | of which we're still afraid |
[03:27.83] | We are not familiar with the state of (y)our decay |
[03:36.52] | Because this is not our line it is not really our trade |
[03:46.22] | All we know is that our feet are cold |
[03:49.73] | and that our sticky hands are wet |
[03:54.21] | and that we're here to bring you tidings |
[03:58.72] | straight from the CHOIR OF THE DEAD |
[04:43.02] | Look at the boy oh he really suffers |
[04:46.68] | he's caught in fear and its distress |
[04:50.91] | there's no point in looking at him for answers |
[04:55.69] | because he is a stranger here himself |
[05:02.11] | The body is a prison-cell |
[05:05.61] | that like a child needs to be washed and fed |
[05:10.80] | there are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget |
[00:00.00] | zuo qu : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
[00:01.00] | zuo ci : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
[00:35.67] | When the old ghost of suicide |
[00:39.03] | creeps slowly back into your mind |
[00:44.36] | then everything is bleak and blurred |
[00:47.67] | down here in the shortsighted world |
[00:53.06] | Yet this time I have to insist |
[00:56.72] | on the sharpness of the things I missed |
[01:02.01] | this once so loyal friend he' s not that welcome anymore |
[01:28.72] | White fragile porcelainboy |
[01:31.02] | some minor things shall be left unsaid |
[01:35.59] | yes you share the strongest desire for beauty |
[01:40.32] | as like all the enchanted you are more than blessed with it |
[01:48.23] | The boy is a prisoncell that like a child needs to be washed and fed |
[01:56.81] | These are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget |
[02:14.61] | The heavy smell of rotting flowers is chanting through the prison doors |
[02:23.82] | We kiss the dying world goodbye and leave it in good hands at the morque |
[02:52.34] | Well on the second day of excavation |
[02:55.11] | tell me what did you expect to find |
[03:01.11] | Be careful when you scratch the surface |
[03:04.98] | cause we all have a dog to exercise |
[03:09.81] | We are not lovers we are LIKERS |
[03:13.89] | We are merely hands and shake |
[03:18.47] | there are just FOUR from the list of the numberless things |
[03:22.89] | of which we' re still afraid |
[03:27.83] | We are not familiar with the state of y our decay |
[03:36.52] | Because this is not our line it is not really our trade |
[03:46.22] | All we know is that our feet are cold |
[03:49.73] | and that our sticky hands are wet |
[03:54.21] | and that we' re here to bring you tidings |
[03:58.72] | straight from the CHOIR OF THE DEAD |
[04:43.02] | Look at the boy oh he really suffers |
[04:46.68] | he' s caught in fear and its distress |
[04:50.91] | there' s no point in looking at him for answers |
[04:55.69] | because he is a stranger here himself |
[05:02.11] | The body is a prisoncell |
[05:05.61] | that like a child needs to be washed and fed |
[05:10.80] | there are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget |
[00:00.00] | zuò qǔ : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
[00:01.00] | zuò cí : AnnaVarney Cantodea |
[00:35.67] | When the old ghost of suicide |
[00:39.03] | creeps slowly back into your mind |
[00:44.36] | then everything is bleak and blurred |
[00:47.67] | down here in the shortsighted world |
[00:53.06] | Yet this time I have to insist |
[00:56.72] | on the sharpness of the things I missed |
[01:02.01] | this once so loyal friend he' s not that welcome anymore |
[01:28.72] | White fragile porcelainboy |
[01:31.02] | some minor things shall be left unsaid |
[01:35.59] | yes you share the strongest desire for beauty |
[01:40.32] | as like all the enchanted you are more than blessed with it |
[01:48.23] | The boy is a prisoncell that like a child needs to be washed and fed |
[01:56.81] | These are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget |
[02:14.61] | The heavy smell of rotting flowers is chanting through the prison doors |
[02:23.82] | We kiss the dying world goodbye and leave it in good hands at the morque |
[02:52.34] | Well on the second day of excavation |
[02:55.11] | tell me what did you expect to find |
[03:01.11] | Be careful when you scratch the surface |
[03:04.98] | cause we all have a dog to exercise |
[03:09.81] | We are not lovers we are LIKERS |
[03:13.89] | We are merely hands and shake |
[03:18.47] | there are just FOUR from the list of the numberless things |
[03:22.89] | of which we' re still afraid |
[03:27.83] | We are not familiar with the state of y our decay |
[03:36.52] | Because this is not our line it is not really our trade |
[03:46.22] | All we know is that our feet are cold |
[03:49.73] | and that our sticky hands are wet |
[03:54.21] | and that we' re here to bring you tidings |
[03:58.72] | straight from the CHOIR OF THE DEAD |
[04:43.02] | Look at the boy oh he really suffers |
[04:46.68] | he' s caught in fear and its distress |
[04:50.91] | there' s no point in looking at him for answers |
[04:55.69] | because he is a stranger here himself |
[05:02.11] | The body is a prisoncell |
[05:05.61] | that like a child needs to be washed and fed |
[05:10.80] | there are just two of the things that I have a tendency to forget |
[00:35.67] | 当那自杀身亡的衰老鬼魂 |
[00:39.03] | 慢慢蠕动着潜入你的意识 |
[00:44.36] | 然后一切变得黯淡而模糊 |
[00:47.67] | 在这个目光短浅的世界里 |
[00:53.06] | 但是这一次我必须要坚持 |
[00:56.72] | 那个我曾错失的尖锐物体 |
[01:02.01] | 曾忠诚的朋友不再受欢迎 |
[01:28.72] | 白色,易碎的瓷娃娃 |
[01:31.02] | 一些细小的事情应该被保持缄默 |
[01:35.59] | 是的,你分享对于美的强烈渴望 |
[01:40.32] | 像是所有魔法,你比它们更受祝福 |
[01:48.23] | 这个娃娃是一间牢狱,像个孩子一般需要洗刷和喂养 |
[01:56.81] | 只有两件事情是我趋于忘却的 |
[02:14.61] | 腐烂花朵的气息透过监狱的大门而吟唱 |
[02:23.82] | 我们向这个濒死的世界吻别并将完好的手掌留在太平间 |
[02:52.34] | 到了掘墓的第二天时 |
[02:55.11] | 告诉我你希望找到什么 |
[03:01.11] | 当你剐蹭表面时要小心 |
[03:04.98] | 因为我们都有一只待驯的狗 |
[03:09.81] | 我们并非恋人,只是互相喜好 |
[03:13.89] | 我们所做的仅仅是握手 |
[03:18.47] | 有四件从无数清单中挑出的事情 |
[03:22.89] | 是我们依旧恐惧的 |
[03:27.83] | 我们对于自己的腐烂程度并不熟悉 |
[03:36.52] | 因为这不是我们的习惯,不是我们的贸易 |
[03:46.22] | 我们所知的,只有我们的双脚已经冰冷 |
[03:49.73] | 还有我们黏糊的手是潮湿的 |
[03:54.21] | 我们为你带来消息 |
[03:58.72] | 来自于死亡的合唱团 |
[04:43.02] | 看看这个男孩,噢,他正在受难 |
[04:46.68] | 被恐惧与窘迫所侵扰 |
[04:50.91] | 看着他回答是没有意义的 |
[04:55.69] | 因为这儿只有他一个陌生人 |
[05:02.11] | 这个娃娃是一间牢狱 |
[05:05.61] | 像个孩子一般需要洗刷和喂养 |
[05:10.80] | 只有两件事情是我趋于忘却的 |