歌曲 | An Irish Airman Foresees His Death |
歌手 | The Waterboys |
专辑 | An Appointment with Mr Yeats |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : W.B. Yeats | |
Scott-Yeats | |
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above | |
Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love | |
My country is Kiltartan Cross, my countrymen Kiltartan's poor | |
No likely end could bring them loss or leave them happier than before. | |
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, nor public men, nor cheering crowds | |
A lonely impulse of delight drove to this tumult in the clouds | |
I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath | |
A waste of breath the years behind in balance with this life, this death | |
A waste of breath the years behind in balance with this life, this death. |
zuo ci : W. B. Yeats | |
ScottYeats | |
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above | |
Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love | |
My country is Kiltartan Cross, my countrymen Kiltartan' s poor | |
No likely end could bring them loss or leave them happier than before. | |
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, nor public men, nor cheering crowds | |
A lonely impulse of delight drove to this tumult in the clouds | |
I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath | |
A waste of breath the years behind in balance with this life, this death | |
A waste of breath the years behind in balance with this life, this death. |
zuò cí : W. B. Yeats | |
ScottYeats | |
I know that I shall meet my fate somewhere among the clouds above | |
Those that I fight I do not hate, those that I guard I do not love | |
My country is Kiltartan Cross, my countrymen Kiltartan' s poor | |
No likely end could bring them loss or leave them happier than before. | |
Nor law, nor duty bade me fight, nor public men, nor cheering crowds | |
A lonely impulse of delight drove to this tumult in the clouds | |
I balanced all, brought all to mind, the years to come seemed waste of breath | |
A waste of breath the years behind in balance with this life, this death | |
A waste of breath the years behind in balance with this life, this death. |