| [00:00.000] | 作曲 : Bubba Kadane/Matt Kadane |
| [00:00.584] | There are no chip stones in your cemetery smile |
| [00:11.921] | Your mouth doesn't dare to shake their graves |
| [00:16.605] | They bury it in military-style |
| [00:23.113] | But I noticed there was more in there |
| [00:29.999] | In that mouth that held so much cold air |
| [00:37.469] | Words as forgotten as what wasn't meant for hearing |
| [00:49.389] | You must have learned how to talk |
| [00:54.358] | From looking at vases |
| [01:00.118] | You know the ones with cracking masks |
| [01:03.357] | With Roman faces, and heroes count their graces |
| [01:11.322] | You know the kind with frozen lines |
| [01:18.732] | And edges as sharp as your soured wine |
| [01:26.321]I really need your voice, but that doesn't rhyme [?] | |
| [01:37.025] | |
| [02:01.164] | What were you trying to say to me? |
| [02:08.122] | Words as dead as the salt-sea |
| [02:15.987] | Spoken from the Nineteenth century, you see |
| [02:27.458] | |
| [02:57.774] | It started off from the East |
| [03:01.399] | And worked it's way into my ear |
| [03:08.708] | And everything that I understood |
| [03:14.404] | I really didn't hear |
| [03:20.436] | Were the words spoken by your ghost |
| [03:27.957] | A fossilized, Turkish-Tehran host |
| [03:35.582] | Or maybe someone from an Anatolia coast |
| [03:42.649] | Maybe both |
| [00:00.000] | zuo qu : Bubba Kadane Matt Kadane |
| [00:00.584] | There are no chip stones in your cemetery smile |
| [00:11.921] | Your mouth doesn' t dare to shake their graves |
| [00:16.605] | They bury it in militarystyle |
| [00:23.113] | But I noticed there was more in there |
| [00:29.999] | In that mouth that held so much cold air |
| [00:37.469] | Words as forgotten as what wasn' t meant for hearing |
| [00:49.389] | You must have learned how to talk |
| [00:54.358] | From looking at vases |
| [01:00.118] | You know the ones with cracking masks |
| [01:03.357] | With Roman faces, and heroes count their graces |
| [01:11.322] | You know the kind with frozen lines |
| [01:18.732] | And edges as sharp as your soured wine |
| [01:26.321]I really need your voice, but that doesn't rhyme [?] | |
| [01:37.025] | |
| [02:01.164] | What were you trying to say to me? |
| [02:08.122] | Words as dead as the saltsea |
| [02:15.987] | Spoken from the Nineteenth century, you see |
| [02:27.458] | |
| [02:57.774] | It started off from the East |
| [03:01.399] | And worked it' s way into my ear |
| [03:08.708] | And everything that I understood |
| [03:14.404] | I really didn' t hear |
| [03:20.436] | Were the words spoken by your ghost |
| [03:27.957] | A fossilized, TurkishTehran host |
| [03:35.582] | Or maybe someone from an Anatolia coast |
| [03:42.649] | Maybe both |
| [00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Bubba Kadane Matt Kadane |
| [00:00.584] | There are no chip stones in your cemetery smile |
| [00:11.921] | Your mouth doesn' t dare to shake their graves |
| [00:16.605] | They bury it in militarystyle |
| [00:23.113] | But I noticed there was more in there |
| [00:29.999] | In that mouth that held so much cold air |
| [00:37.469] | Words as forgotten as what wasn' t meant for hearing |
| [00:49.389] | You must have learned how to talk |
| [00:54.358] | From looking at vases |
| [01:00.118] | You know the ones with cracking masks |
| [01:03.357] | With Roman faces, and heroes count their graces |
| [01:11.322] | You know the kind with frozen lines |
| [01:18.732] | And edges as sharp as your soured wine |
| [01:26.321]I really need your voice, but that doesn't rhyme [?] | |
| [01:37.025] | |
| [02:01.164] | What were you trying to say to me? |
| [02:08.122] | Words as dead as the saltsea |
| [02:15.987] | Spoken from the Nineteenth century, you see |
| [02:27.458] | |
| [02:57.774] | It started off from the East |
| [03:01.399] | And worked it' s way into my ear |
| [03:08.708] | And everything that I understood |
| [03:14.404] | I really didn' t hear |
| [03:20.436] | Were the words spoken by your ghost |
| [03:27.957] | A fossilized, TurkishTehran host |
| [03:35.582] | Or maybe someone from an Anatolia coast |
| [03:42.649] | Maybe both |
| [00:00.584] | 你墓园般的笑容里没有碎石作响 |
| [00:11.921] | 你的双唇不敢惊动那些坟茔 |
| [00:16.605] | 他们用军礼将它埋葬 |
| [00:23.113] | 但我察觉那里藏着更多 |
| [00:29.999] | 在那张吞吐寒气的嘴里 |
| [00:37.469] | 言语如未说出口的话般被遗忘 |
| [00:49.389] | 你定是从那些花瓶学会说话 |
| [00:54.358] | 那些戴着开裂面具的花瓶 |
| [01:00.118] | 你知道的 罗马面孔的那种 |
| [01:03.357] | 英雄们细数恩典 你知道的 |
| [01:11.322] | 那种凝固了线条的花瓶 |
| [01:18.732] | 边缘锋利如你酸涩的酒 |
| [01:26.321] | 我渴望你的声音 尽管这并不押韵 |
| [01:37.025] | |
| [02:01.164] | 你想对我说些什么？ |
| [02:08.122] | 死寂如咸海的词句 |
| [02:15.987] | 从十九世纪传来的话语 你明白 |
| [02:27.458] | |
| [02:57.774] | 它从东方开始蔓延 |
| [03:01.399] | 逐渐钻入我的耳蜗 |
| [03:08.708] | 而我真正听清的 |
| [03:14.404] | 并非我所理解的 |
| [03:20.436] | 是你幽灵诉说的话语 |
| [03:27.957] | 石化了的德黑兰-土耳其宿主 |
| [03:35.582] | 或是安纳托利亚海岸的某人 |
| [03:42.649] | 或许两者皆是 |
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