歌曲 | La Colombe (LP Version) |
歌手 | Judy Collins |
专辑 | In My Life |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:00.000] | 作词 : Jacques Brel/E. B. Marks/Brel-Clayre |
[00:01.000] | 作曲 : Jacques Brel/E. B. Marks/Brel-Clayre |
[00:20.271] | Why all these bugles crying |
[00:23.521] | For squads of young men drilled |
[00:27.025] | To kill and to be killed |
[00:31.520] | And waiting by this train? |
[00:35.771] | Why the orders loud and hoarse |
[00:39.520] | Why the engine's groaning cough |
[00:43.521] | As it strains to drag us off |
[00:48.021] | Into the holocaust? |
[00:51.521] | Why crowds who sing and cry |
[00:56.271] | And shout and fling us flowers |
[01:00.020] | And trade their right for ours |
[01:03.521] | To murder and to die? |
[01:07.271] | The dove has torn her wings |
[01:10.020] | So no more songs of love |
[01:16.021] | We are not here to sing |
[01:19.271] | We're here to kill the dove |
[01:26.021] | Why has this moment come |
[01:29.271] | When childhood has to die |
[01:33.522] | When hope shrinks to a sigh |
[01:37.521] | And speech into a drum? |
[01:42.021] | Why are they pale and still |
[01:45.770] | Young boys trained overnight |
[01:50.271] | Conscripts forced to fight |
[01:53.770] | And dressed in gray to kill? |
[01:57.521] | These rain clouds massing tight |
[02:02.270] | This train load battle bound |
[02:05.770] | This moving burial ground sent |
[02:10.022] | Thundering toward the night |
[02:14.021] | The dove has torn her wings |
[02:17.021] | So no more songs of love |
[02:23.021] | We are not here to sing |
[02:25.521] | We're here to kill the dove |
[02:33.270] | Why statues towering brave |
[02:40.020] | Above the last defeat |
[02:41.020] | Old word and lies repeat |
[02:45.020] | Across the new made grave? |
[02:49.770] | Why the same still birth |
[02:52.770] | That victory always brought |
[02:56.770] | These hoards of glory bought |
[03:00.770] | By men with mouths of earth? |
[03:05.520] | Dead ash without a spark |
[03:09.520] | Where cities glittered bright |
[03:13.520] | For guns probe every light |
[03:16.770] | And crush it in the dark |
[03:21.020] | The dove has torn her wings |
[03:24.521] | So no more songs of love |
[03:30.520] | We are not here to sing |
[03:33.270] | We're here to kill the dove |
[03:41.271] | And why your face undone |
[03:45.770] | With jagged lines of tears |
[03:49.271] | That gave in those first years |
[03:53.521] | All peace I ever won? |
[03:57.770] | Your body in the gloom |
[04:01.521] | The platform fading back |
[04:05.770] | Your shadow on the track |
[04:10.021] | A flower on a tomb |
[04:14.520] | And why these days ahead |
[04:18.520] | When I must let you cry |
[04:22.023] | And live prepared to die |
[04:26.020] | As if our love were dead? |
[04:30.521] | The dove has torn her wings |
[04:33.270] | So no more songs of love |
[04:40.521] | We are not here to sing |
[04:44.021] | We're here to kill the dove |
[00:00.000] | zuo ci : Jacques Brel E. B. Marks BrelClayre |
[00:01.000] | zuo qu : Jacques Brel E. B. Marks BrelClayre |
[00:20.271] | Why all these bugles crying |
[00:23.521] | For squads of young men drilled |
[00:27.025] | To kill and to be killed |
[00:31.520] | And waiting by this train? |
[00:35.771] | Why the orders loud and hoarse |
[00:39.520] | Why the engine' s groaning cough |
[00:43.521] | As it strains to drag us off |
[00:48.021] | Into the holocaust? |
[00:51.521] | Why crowds who sing and cry |
[00:56.271] | And shout and fling us flowers |
[01:00.020] | And trade their right for ours |
[01:03.521] | To murder and to die? |
[01:07.271] | The dove has torn her wings |
[01:10.020] | So no more songs of love |
[01:16.021] | We are not here to sing |
[01:19.271] | We' re here to kill the dove |
[01:26.021] | Why has this moment come |
[01:29.271] | When childhood has to die |
[01:33.522] | When hope shrinks to a sigh |
[01:37.521] | And speech into a drum? |
[01:42.021] | Why are they pale and still |
[01:45.770] | Young boys trained overnight |
[01:50.271] | Conscripts forced to fight |
[01:53.770] | And dressed in gray to kill? |
[01:57.521] | These rain clouds massing tight |
[02:02.270] | This train load battle bound |
[02:05.770] | This moving burial ground sent |
[02:10.022] | Thundering toward the night |
[02:14.021] | The dove has torn her wings |
[02:17.021] | So no more songs of love |
[02:23.021] | We are not here to sing |
[02:25.521] | We' re here to kill the dove |
[02:33.270] | Why statues towering brave |
[02:40.020] | Above the last defeat |
[02:41.020] | Old word and lies repeat |
[02:45.020] | Across the new made grave? |
[02:49.770] | Why the same still birth |
[02:52.770] | That victory always brought |
[02:56.770] | These hoards of glory bought |
[03:00.770] | By men with mouths of earth? |
[03:05.520] | Dead ash without a spark |
[03:09.520] | Where cities glittered bright |
[03:13.520] | For guns probe every light |
[03:16.770] | And crush it in the dark |
[03:21.020] | The dove has torn her wings |
[03:24.521] | So no more songs of love |
[03:30.520] | We are not here to sing |
[03:33.270] | We' re here to kill the dove |
[03:41.271] | And why your face undone |
[03:45.770] | With jagged lines of tears |
[03:49.271] | That gave in those first years |
[03:53.521] | All peace I ever won? |
[03:57.770] | Your body in the gloom |
[04:01.521] | The platform fading back |
[04:05.770] | Your shadow on the track |
[04:10.021] | A flower on a tomb |
[04:14.520] | And why these days ahead |
[04:18.520] | When I must let you cry |
[04:22.023] | And live prepared to die |
[04:26.020] | As if our love were dead? |
[04:30.521] | The dove has torn her wings |
[04:33.270] | So no more songs of love |
[04:40.521] | We are not here to sing |
[04:44.021] | We' re here to kill the dove |
[00:00.000] | zuò cí : Jacques Brel E. B. Marks BrelClayre |
[00:01.000] | zuò qǔ : Jacques Brel E. B. Marks BrelClayre |
[00:20.271] | Why all these bugles crying |
[00:23.521] | For squads of young men drilled |
[00:27.025] | To kill and to be killed |
[00:31.520] | And waiting by this train? |
[00:35.771] | Why the orders loud and hoarse |
[00:39.520] | Why the engine' s groaning cough |
[00:43.521] | As it strains to drag us off |
[00:48.021] | Into the holocaust? |
[00:51.521] | Why crowds who sing and cry |
[00:56.271] | And shout and fling us flowers |
[01:00.020] | And trade their right for ours |
[01:03.521] | To murder and to die? |
[01:07.271] | The dove has torn her wings |
[01:10.020] | So no more songs of love |
[01:16.021] | We are not here to sing |
[01:19.271] | We' re here to kill the dove |
[01:26.021] | Why has this moment come |
[01:29.271] | When childhood has to die |
[01:33.522] | When hope shrinks to a sigh |
[01:37.521] | And speech into a drum? |
[01:42.021] | Why are they pale and still |
[01:45.770] | Young boys trained overnight |
[01:50.271] | Conscripts forced to fight |
[01:53.770] | And dressed in gray to kill? |
[01:57.521] | These rain clouds massing tight |
[02:02.270] | This train load battle bound |
[02:05.770] | This moving burial ground sent |
[02:10.022] | Thundering toward the night |
[02:14.021] | The dove has torn her wings |
[02:17.021] | So no more songs of love |
[02:23.021] | We are not here to sing |
[02:25.521] | We' re here to kill the dove |
[02:33.270] | Why statues towering brave |
[02:40.020] | Above the last defeat |
[02:41.020] | Old word and lies repeat |
[02:45.020] | Across the new made grave? |
[02:49.770] | Why the same still birth |
[02:52.770] | That victory always brought |
[02:56.770] | These hoards of glory bought |
[03:00.770] | By men with mouths of earth? |
[03:05.520] | Dead ash without a spark |
[03:09.520] | Where cities glittered bright |
[03:13.520] | For guns probe every light |
[03:16.770] | And crush it in the dark |
[03:21.020] | The dove has torn her wings |
[03:24.521] | So no more songs of love |
[03:30.520] | We are not here to sing |
[03:33.270] | We' re here to kill the dove |
[03:41.271] | And why your face undone |
[03:45.770] | With jagged lines of tears |
[03:49.271] | That gave in those first years |
[03:53.521] | All peace I ever won? |
[03:57.770] | Your body in the gloom |
[04:01.521] | The platform fading back |
[04:05.770] | Your shadow on the track |
[04:10.021] | A flower on a tomb |
[04:14.520] | And why these days ahead |
[04:18.520] | When I must let you cry |
[04:22.023] | And live prepared to die |
[04:26.020] | As if our love were dead? |
[04:30.521] | The dove has torn her wings |
[04:33.270] | So no more songs of love |
[04:40.521] | We are not here to sing |
[04:44.021] | We' re here to kill the dove |
[00:20.271] | 为什么所有这些号角都在哭泣 |
[00:23.521] | 为成群结队的年轻男子操练 |
[00:27.025] | 杀戮与被杀 |
[00:31.520] | 然后在这列火车上等? |
[00:35.771] | 为什么命令响亮而嘶哑 |
[00:39.520] | 为什么发动机的咳嗽声 |
[00:43.521] | 因为它把我们拖走 |
[00:48.021] | 进入大屠杀? |
[00:51.521] | 为什么会唱歌和哭泣的人群 |
[00:56.271] | 大喊大叫,向我们扔花 |
[01:00.020] | 用他们的权利换取我们的权利 |
[01:03.521] | 谋杀和死亡? |
[01:07.271] | 鸽子撕裂了她的翅膀 |
[01:10.020] | 所以不再有情歌 |
[01:16.021] | 我们不是来唱歌的 |
[01:19.271] | 我们是来杀鸽子的 |
[01:26.021] | 为什么这一刻到来了 |
[01:29.271] | 当童年必须死去 |
[01:33.522] | 当希望缩小为一声叹息 |
[01:37.521] | 和演讲成鼓? |
[01:42.021] | 为什么他们苍白而静止 |
[01:45.770] | 小男孩通宵训练 |
[01:50.271] | 应征入伍者被迫战斗 |
[01:53.770] | 并穿着灰色杀人? |
[01:57.521] | 这些雨云密密麻麻 |
[02:02.270] | 这列火车负载战 |
[02:05.770] | 这个移动的墓地发送 |
[02:10.022] | 雷鸣般的向着夜晚 |
[02:14.021] | 鸽子撕裂了她的翅膀 |
[02:17.021] | 所以不再有情歌 |
[02:23.021] | 我们不是来唱歌的 |
[02:25.521] | 我们是来杀鸽子的 |
[02:33.270] | 为什么雕像巍峨勇敢 |
[02:40.020] | 在最后的失败之上 |
[02:41.020] | 旧词和谎言重复 |
[02:45.020] | 穿过新造的坟墓? |
[02:49.770] | 为什么同样的死胎 |
[02:52.770] | 那场胜利总是带来 |
[02:56.770] | 这些荣耀的宝藏买了 |
[03:00.770] | 由土嘴的人? |
[03:05.520] | 没有火花的死灰 |
[03:09.520] | 城市闪闪发光的地方 |
[03:13.520] | 用枪探测每一盏灯 |
[03:16.770] | 并在黑暗中粉碎它 |
[03:21.020] | 鸽子撕裂了她的翅膀 |
[03:24.521] | 所以不再有情歌 |
[03:30.520] | 我们不是来唱歌的 |
[03:33.270] | 我们是来杀鸽子的 |
[03:41.271] | 为什么你的脸没了 |
[03:45.770] | 带着锯齿状的泪痕 |
[03:49.271] | 在那最初的几年里, |
[03:53.521] | 我曾经赢得过所有的和平吗? |
[03:57.770] | 你的身体在黑暗中 |
[04:01.521] | 平台逐渐退去 |
[04:05.770] | 你在赛道上的影子 |
[04:10.021] | 坟墓上的一朵花 |
[04:14.520] | 以及为什么在未来的这些日子里 |
[04:18.520] | 当我必须让你哭泣时 |
[04:22.023] | 并准备好死去 |
[04:26.020] | 好像我们的爱已经死了? |
[04:30.521] | 鸽子撕裂了她的翅膀 |
[04:33.270] | 所以不再有情歌 |
[04:40.521] | 我们不是来唱歌的 |
[04:44.021] | 我们是来杀鸽子的 |