[ti:Turn Loose The Swans]
[ar:My Dying Bride]
[al:Turn Loose The Swans]
[00:00.00] 作词 : My Dying Bride
[00:47.410]So little of what we observe, is the girl herself.
[01:03.220]
[01:06.280]Elaborate, scented coiffers.
[01:11.910]
[01:15.800]Adieud＇amour.
[01:21.240]
[01:25.730]Vast is the heirs ballroom.
[01:29.800]
[01:33.680]Let the rich give you presents.
[01:39.820]
[01:44.060]Heaven pours from her throat, as she sings and as she dances.
[01:58.060]
[02:50.310]The fumes of rich swine, honeyglazed and dripping, playing in the air.
[03:04.310]
[03:05.690]My mouth eager and wishing.
[03:09.380]
[03:10.630]But I return to this nightingale.
[03:14.700]
[03:15.760]Her hair all fiery red.
[03:19.510]
[03:20.950]Deep it is and wild.
[03:24.570]
[03:25.940]My weakness will be fed.
[03:29.900]
[04:21.740]Boys whipped on the alter of diana, sometimes until they died.
[04:29.570]
[04:31.740]The cunning wily merchant, and his four crippled horses.
[04:41.240]
[04:54.870]Tales told in warlike manner.
[04:59.680]
[05:00.550]The storyteller by the fire.
[05:03.690]
[05:06.190]While musing deeply on this sight, the songster stirred my desire.
[05:15.250]
[06:18.620]You are sweet and fine to listen to.
[06:27.870]
[06:31.000]Long tresses about her neck.
[06:35.620]
[06:38.320]Yet much is false.
[06:41.630]
[06:45.900]This mighty evening, I＇ve seen no face.
[06:56.640]
[07:01.330]This is crushing me.
[07:05.210]
[07:07.920]My quill it aches.
[07:11.610]
[07:31.090]Turn loose the swans that drew my poets craft.
[07:43.550]
[07:48.580]I＇ll well in desolate cities.
[07:51.340]
[07:57.340]You burned my wings.
[07:58.960]
[08:05.870]I leave this ode, splendid victorious through the carnage.
[08:16.120]
[08:23.250]I wanted to touch them all.
[08:25.490]
[08:31.680]I wanted to touch them all.