The King of Asine

The King of Asine 歌词

歌曲	The King of Asine
歌手	Varathron
专辑	Crowsreign
下载	Image LRC TXT

	作曲 : Asine, Elitis, Summer '38
	("áóßíçí ôå: áóßíçí ôå:" is greek windows encoding!)
	We looked all morning around the castle
	Starting from the shaded side,
	There where the sea
	Green and without luster - breast of a slain peacock.
	Received us like time without an opening in it
	Veins of rock dropped down from high above
	Twisted vines, naked, many - branched, coming alive!!!!
	Hollow in the light
	Like a dry jar in dug earth
	At the water's tough, while the eye following them
	Struggled to escape the tiresome rocking,
	Losing strength continually
	On the sunny side a long open beach
	And the light striking diamonds on the huge walls.
	No living thing, the wild doves gone
	And the king of Asine, whom we've been
	Trying to find for two years now,
	Unknown, forgotten by all, even by homer,
	Only one word in the Iliad and that uncertain,
	Thrown here like the gold burial mask
	You touched it, remember it's sound??
	Hollow in the light
	Like a dry jar in dug earth
	The same sound that our oars make in the sea
	The king of Asine, a void under the mask
	Everywhere with us, everywhere with us,
	Under a name: "áóßíçí ôå: áóßíçí ôå:"
	And his children statues and his desires
	The fluttering of birds, and the wind
	In the gaps between his thoughts,
	And his ships anchored in a vanished port,
	Under the mask... a void!!!
	Behind the large eyes the curved lips, the curls
	Carved in relief on the gold cover
	Of our existence!!!!
	A dark spot that you see traveling like a fish
	In the dawn calm of the sea.
	A void everywhere with us
	And the bird that flew away last winter
	With a broken wing a bode of life,
	And the young woman who left to play
	With the dogteeth of summer,
	And the soul that sought the lower world
	Squeaking, and the country like a large
	Plane - leaf swept a long by the torrent
	Of the sun with the ancient monuments
	And the contemporary sorrow... sorrow!!!
	Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring
	And from the depths of the cave
	A startled bat, hit the light
	As an arrow hits a shield:
	"áóßíçí ôå: áóßíçí ôå:"
	Could that be the king of Asine.
	And the poet lingers, looking at the stones,
	And asks himself, does there really exist
	Among these ruined lines, edges, points,
	Hollows and curves, does there really exist
	Here where one meets the path of rain,
	Wind and ruin, does there exist
	The movement of the face, shape of the
	Tenderness!!!!
	Of those who've shrunk so strangely
	In our lives,
	Those who remained the shadow of waves
	And thoughts with the seas boundlessness,
	Or perhaps no, nothing is left but the weight,
	The nostalgia for the weight of
	A living existence!!!
	Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring,
	And from the depths of the cave
	A startled bat, hit the light
	As an arrow hits a shield:
	"áóßíçí ôå: áóßíçí ôå:"
	Could that be the king of Asine!!!!
	There where we now remain unsubstantial
	Bending like the branches of a
	Terrible willow - tree heaped in
	Permanent despair
	While the yellow current slowly
	Carries down rushes up - rooted
	In the mud image of a form that
	The sentence to everlasting bitterness
	Has turned to marble the poet a void!!!
	Behind the large eyes the curved lips
	The curls, carved in relief on the
	Cold cover of our existence!!!
	A dark spot that you see
	Traveling like a fish
	In the dawn calm of the sea.
	A void everywhere with us
	And the bird that flew away last winter
	With a broken wing abode of life.
	We've been searching for so carefully
	On this acropolis
	Sometimes toughing with our fingers
	His touch upon the stones.
	The king of Asine, a void under the mask
	Everywhere with us, everywhere with us,
	Under a name:
	"áóßíçí ôå: áóßíçí ôå:"
	And his children statues and
	His desires the fluttering
	Of birds!!!
	Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring,
	And from the depths of the cave,
	A startled bat, hit the light
	As an arrow hits a shield:
	"áóßíçí ôå: áóßíçí ôå:"
	Gould that be the king of Asine!!!
	King of Asine, king of Asine!!!

	zuo qu : Asine, Elitis, Summer ' 38
	"aoii : aoii :" is greek windows encoding!
	We looked all morning around the castle
	Starting from the shaded side,
	There where the sea
	Green and without luster breast of a slain peacock.
	Received us like time without an opening in it
	Veins of rock dropped down from high above
	Twisted vines, naked, many branched, coming alive!!!!
	Hollow in the light
	Like a dry jar in dug earth
	At the water' s tough, while the eye following them
	Struggled to escape the tiresome rocking,
	Losing strength continually
	On the sunny side a long open beach
	And the light striking diamonds on the huge walls.
	No living thing, the wild doves gone
	And the king of Asine, whom we' ve been
	Trying to find for two years now,
	Unknown, forgotten by all, even by homer,
	Only one word in the Iliad and that uncertain,
	Thrown here like the gold burial mask
	You touched it, remember it' s sound??
	Hollow in the light
	Like a dry jar in dug earth
	The same sound that our oars make in the sea
	The king of Asine, a void under the mask
	Everywhere with us, everywhere with us,
	Under a name: "aoii : aoii :"
	And his children statues and his desires
	The fluttering of birds, and the wind
	In the gaps between his thoughts,
	And his ships anchored in a vanished port,
	Under the mask... a void!!!
	Behind the large eyes the curved lips, the curls
	Carved in relief on the gold cover
	Of our existence!!!!
	A dark spot that you see traveling like a fish
	In the dawn calm of the sea.
	A void everywhere with us
	And the bird that flew away last winter
	With a broken wing a bode of life,
	And the young woman who left to play
	With the dogteeth of summer,
	And the soul that sought the lower world
	Squeaking, and the country like a large
	Plane leaf swept a long by the torrent
	Of the sun with the ancient monuments
	And the contemporary sorrow... sorrow!!!
	Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring
	And from the depths of the cave
	A startled bat, hit the light
	As an arrow hits a shield:
	"aoii : aoii :"
	Could that be the king of Asine.
	And the poet lingers, looking at the stones,
	And asks himself, does there really exist
	Among these ruined lines, edges, points,
	Hollows and curves, does there really exist
	Here where one meets the path of rain,
	Wind and ruin, does there exist
	The movement of the face, shape of the
	Tenderness!!!!
	Of those who' ve shrunk so strangely
	In our lives,
	Those who remained the shadow of waves
	And thoughts with the seas boundlessness,
	Or perhaps no, nothing is left but the weight,
	The nostalgia for the weight of
	A living existence!!!
	Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring,
	And from the depths of the cave
	A startled bat, hit the light
	As an arrow hits a shield:
	"aoii : aoii :"
	Could that be the king of Asine!!!!
	There where we now remain unsubstantial
	Bending like the branches of a
	Terrible willow tree heaped in
	Permanent despair
	While the yellow current slowly
	Carries down rushes up rooted
	In the mud image of a form that
	The sentence to everlasting bitterness
	Has turned to marble the poet a void!!!
	Behind the large eyes the curved lips
	The curls, carved in relief on the
	Cold cover of our existence!!!
	A dark spot that you see
	Traveling like a fish
	In the dawn calm of the sea.
	A void everywhere with us
	And the bird that flew away last winter
	With a broken wing abode of life.
	We' ve been searching for so carefully
	On this acropolis
	Sometimes toughing with our fingers
	His touch upon the stones.
	The king of Asine, a void under the mask
	Everywhere with us, everywhere with us,
	Under a name:
	"aoii : aoii :"
	And his children statues and
	His desires the fluttering
	Of birds!!!
	Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring,
	And from the depths of the cave,
	A startled bat, hit the light
	As an arrow hits a shield:
	"aoii : aoii :"
	Gould that be the king of Asine!!!
	King of Asine, king of Asine!!!

	zuò qǔ : Asine, Elitis, Summer ' 38
	"áóíí : áóíí :" is greek windows encoding!
	We looked all morning around the castle
	Starting from the shaded side,
	There where the sea
	Green and without luster breast of a slain peacock.
	Received us like time without an opening in it
	Veins of rock dropped down from high above
	Twisted vines, naked, many branched, coming alive!!!!
	Hollow in the light
	Like a dry jar in dug earth
	At the water' s tough, while the eye following them
	Struggled to escape the tiresome rocking,
	Losing strength continually
	On the sunny side a long open beach
	And the light striking diamonds on the huge walls.
	No living thing, the wild doves gone
	And the king of Asine, whom we' ve been
	Trying to find for two years now,
	Unknown, forgotten by all, even by homer,
	Only one word in the Iliad and that uncertain,
	Thrown here like the gold burial mask
	You touched it, remember it' s sound??
	Hollow in the light
	Like a dry jar in dug earth
	The same sound that our oars make in the sea
	The king of Asine, a void under the mask
	Everywhere with us, everywhere with us,
	Under a name: "áóíí : áóíí :"
	And his children statues and his desires
	The fluttering of birds, and the wind
	In the gaps between his thoughts,
	And his ships anchored in a vanished port,
	Under the mask... a void!!!
	Behind the large eyes the curved lips, the curls
	Carved in relief on the gold cover
	Of our existence!!!!
	A dark spot that you see traveling like a fish
	In the dawn calm of the sea.
	A void everywhere with us
	And the bird that flew away last winter
	With a broken wing a bode of life,
	And the young woman who left to play
	With the dogteeth of summer,
	And the soul that sought the lower world
	Squeaking, and the country like a large
	Plane leaf swept a long by the torrent
	Of the sun with the ancient monuments
	And the contemporary sorrow... sorrow!!!
	Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring
	And from the depths of the cave
	A startled bat, hit the light
	As an arrow hits a shield:
	"áóíí : áóíí :"
	Could that be the king of Asine.
	And the poet lingers, looking at the stones,
	And asks himself, does there really exist
	Among these ruined lines, edges, points,
	Hollows and curves, does there really exist
	Here where one meets the path of rain,
	Wind and ruin, does there exist
	The movement of the face, shape of the
	Tenderness!!!!
	Of those who' ve shrunk so strangely
	In our lives,
	Those who remained the shadow of waves
	And thoughts with the seas boundlessness,
	Or perhaps no, nothing is left but the weight,
	The nostalgia for the weight of
	A living existence!!!
	Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring,
	And from the depths of the cave
	A startled bat, hit the light
	As an arrow hits a shield:
	"áóíí : áóíí :"
	Could that be the king of Asine!!!!
	There where we now remain unsubstantial
	Bending like the branches of a
	Terrible willow tree heaped in
	Permanent despair
	While the yellow current slowly
	Carries down rushes up rooted
	In the mud image of a form that
	The sentence to everlasting bitterness
	Has turned to marble the poet a void!!!
	Behind the large eyes the curved lips
	The curls, carved in relief on the
	Cold cover of our existence!!!
	A dark spot that you see
	Traveling like a fish
	In the dawn calm of the sea.
	A void everywhere with us
	And the bird that flew away last winter
	With a broken wing abode of life.
	We' ve been searching for so carefully
	On this acropolis
	Sometimes toughing with our fingers
	His touch upon the stones.
	The king of Asine, a void under the mask
	Everywhere with us, everywhere with us,
	Under a name:
	"áóíí : áóíí :"
	And his children statues and
	His desires the fluttering
	Of birds!!!
	Shield bearer, the sun climbed warring,
	And from the depths of the cave,
	A startled bat, hit the light
	As an arrow hits a shield:
	"áóíí : áóíí :"
	Gould that be the king of Asine!!!
	King of Asine, king of Asine!!!

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