Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed 歌词

	作词 : Cale
	Words：dylan thomas
	Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound
	In the throat, burning and turning. all night afloat
	On the silent sea we have heard the sound
	That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet.
	Under the mile off moon we trembled listening
	To the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud wound
	And when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing
	The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind.
	Open a pathway through the slow sad sail,
	Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boat
	For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound,
	We heard the sea sound sing, we saw the salt sheet tell,
	Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the mouth in the throat,
	Or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned.

	zuo ci : Cale
	Words: dylan thomas
	Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound
	In the throat, burning and turning. all night afloat
	On the silent sea we have heard the sound
	That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet.
	Under the mile off moon we trembled listening
	To the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud wound
	And when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing
	The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind.
	Open a pathway through the slow sad sail,
	Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boat
	For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound,
	We heard the sea sound sing, we saw the salt sheet tell,
	Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the mouth in the throat,
	Or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned.

	zuò cí : Cale
	Words: dylan thomas
	Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound
	In the throat, burning and turning. all night afloat
	On the silent sea we have heard the sound
	That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet.
	Under the mile off moon we trembled listening
	To the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud wound
	And when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing
	The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind.
	Open a pathway through the slow sad sail,
	Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boat
	For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound,
	We heard the sea sound sing, we saw the salt sheet tell,
	Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the mouth in the throat,
	Or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned.

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