Britten: Nocturne for tenor, 7 obligato instruments & strings, Op.60 - 6. "She Sleeps On Soft, Last Breaths"

Britten: Nocturne for tenor, 7 obligato instruments & strings, Op.60 - 6. "She Sleeps On Soft, Last Breaths" 歌词

歌曲	Britten: Nocturne for tenor, 7 obligato instruments & strings, Op.60 - 6. "She Sleeps On Soft, Last Breaths"
歌手	YoungStar
歌手	Gervase de Peyer
歌手	Alexander Murray
歌手	YoungStar
歌手	Barry Tuckwell
歌手	Sir Peter Pears
歌手	The London Symphony Orchestra
歌手	Benjamin Britten
歌手	Roger Lord
歌手	Osian Ellis
专辑	Britten: Serenade for tenor, horn & strings; Les Illuminations; Nocturne
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[00:00.00]	作曲 : Benjamin Britten
[00:28.32]	She sleeps on soft, last breaths; but no ghost looms
[00:39.50]	Out of the stillness of her palace wall,
[00:50.99]	Her wall of boys on boys and dooms on dooms.
[01:01.90]
[01:08.24]	She dreams of golden gardens and sweet glooms,
[01:23.37]	Not marvelling why her roses never fall
[01:36.71]	Nor what red mouths were torn to make their blooms.
[01:49.11]
[01:59.98]	The shades keep down which well might roam her hall.
[02:09.92]	Quiet their blood lies in her crimson rooms
[02:24.61]	And she is not afraid of their footfall.
[02:46.53]
[02:48.14]	They move not from her tapestries, their pall,
[02:59.24]	Nor pace her terraces, their hecatombs,
[03:13.21]	Lest aught she be disturbed, or grieved at all.

	ti:
	ar:
	al:
[00:00.00]	zuo qu : Benjamin Britten
[00:28.32]	She sleeps on soft, last breaths but no ghost looms
[00:39.50]	Out of the stillness of her palace wall,
[00:50.99]	Her wall of boys on boys and dooms on dooms.
[01:01.90]
[01:08.24]	She dreams of golden gardens and sweet glooms,
[01:23.37]	Not marvelling why her roses never fall
[01:36.71]	Nor what red mouths were torn to make their blooms.
[01:49.11]
[01:59.98]	The shades keep down which well might roam her hall.
[02:09.92]	Quiet their blood lies in her crimson rooms
[02:24.61]	And she is not afraid of their footfall.
[02:46.53]
[02:48.14]	They move not from her tapestries, their pall,
[02:59.24]	Nor pace her terraces, their hecatombs,
[03:13.21]	Lest aught she be disturbed, or grieved at all.

	ti:
	ar:
	al:
[00:00.00]	zuò qǔ : Benjamin Britten
[00:28.32]	She sleeps on soft, last breaths but no ghost looms
[00:39.50]	Out of the stillness of her palace wall,
[00:50.99]	Her wall of boys on boys and dooms on dooms.
[01:01.90]
[01:08.24]	She dreams of golden gardens and sweet glooms,
[01:23.37]	Not marvelling why her roses never fall
[01:36.71]	Nor what red mouths were torn to make their blooms.
[01:49.11]
[01:59.98]	The shades keep down which well might roam her hall.
[02:09.92]	Quiet their blood lies in her crimson rooms
[02:24.61]	And she is not afraid of their footfall.
[02:46.53]
[02:48.14]	They move not from her tapestries, their pall,
[02:59.24]	Nor pace her terraces, their hecatombs,
[03:13.21]	Lest aught she be disturbed, or grieved at all.

Britten: Nocturne for tenor, 7 obligato instruments & strings, Op.60 - 6.

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