歌曲 | See a Friend in Tears |
歌手 | Momus |
专辑 | Circus Maximus |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Brel | |
So men are still at war in Ireland | |
For certain songs and certain dates | |
The tender gave way to the firebrand | |
And Europe gave way to the States | |
So now that money's all but scentless | |
Noses and consciences are clear | |
The pointless flowers can be dispensed with | |
But see a friend in tears | |
So our defeats are just reminders | |
Of death that waits behind it all | |
The body wilts before the mind does | |
Surprised to see how soon it falls | |
It's true our women have deceived us | |
All hunted species disappear | |
It's true we've shot the golden eagles | |
But see a friend in tears | |
It's true our cities are exhausted | |
Our weakness gave them more than force did | |
We thought that love could cure a toothache | |
And in the underground we're drowning | |
Accelerating through the years | |
You who think you'll find the truth by frowning | |
See a friend in tears | |
It's true our mirrors don't show heroes | |
We lack the courage to be Jews | |
Without the elegance of Negroes | |
With our youthful fireworks all defused | |
And all these men who are our brothers | |
Wonder why we don't want to hear | |
How their worst enemies are their lovers | |
See a friend in tears |
zuo ci : Brel | |
So men are still at war in Ireland | |
For certain songs and certain dates | |
The tender gave way to the firebrand | |
And Europe gave way to the States | |
So now that money' s all but scentless | |
Noses and consciences are clear | |
The pointless flowers can be dispensed with | |
But see a friend in tears | |
So our defeats are just reminders | |
Of death that waits behind it all | |
The body wilts before the mind does | |
Surprised to see how soon it falls | |
It' s true our women have deceived us | |
All hunted species disappear | |
It' s true we' ve shot the golden eagles | |
But see a friend in tears | |
It' s true our cities are exhausted | |
Our weakness gave them more than force did | |
We thought that love could cure a toothache | |
And in the underground we' re drowning | |
Accelerating through the years | |
You who think you' ll find the truth by frowning | |
See a friend in tears | |
It' s true our mirrors don' t show heroes | |
We lack the courage to be Jews | |
Without the elegance of Negroes | |
With our youthful fireworks all defused | |
And all these men who are our brothers | |
Wonder why we don' t want to hear | |
How their worst enemies are their lovers | |
See a friend in tears |
zuò cí : Brel | |
So men are still at war in Ireland | |
For certain songs and certain dates | |
The tender gave way to the firebrand | |
And Europe gave way to the States | |
So now that money' s all but scentless | |
Noses and consciences are clear | |
The pointless flowers can be dispensed with | |
But see a friend in tears | |
So our defeats are just reminders | |
Of death that waits behind it all | |
The body wilts before the mind does | |
Surprised to see how soon it falls | |
It' s true our women have deceived us | |
All hunted species disappear | |
It' s true we' ve shot the golden eagles | |
But see a friend in tears | |
It' s true our cities are exhausted | |
Our weakness gave them more than force did | |
We thought that love could cure a toothache | |
And in the underground we' re drowning | |
Accelerating through the years | |
You who think you' ll find the truth by frowning | |
See a friend in tears | |
It' s true our mirrors don' t show heroes | |
We lack the courage to be Jews | |
Without the elegance of Negroes | |
With our youthful fireworks all defused | |
And all these men who are our brothers | |
Wonder why we don' t want to hear | |
How their worst enemies are their lovers | |
See a friend in tears |