[00:00.00] 作词 : Jonathan Meiburg
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Jonathan Meiburg
[00:43.77]When you were a child,
[00:47.55]You were a tomboy
[00:52.23]And your mother laughed at the serious way
[00:54.78]That you looked at her
[00:58.92]And from your window at night
[01:03.87]There were the star's little fires
[01:09.15]And the armory lights
[01:17.19]You were tracing the lines
[01:19.11]Of a globe with your fingers:
[01:27.06]Cool rivers, white wastes
[01:29.94]Desert shores, and the forest green
[01:34.41]And a limitless life
[01:39.12]In the breath of each tide
[01:44.04]And each bright mountain, rising
[02:33.06]But now the boys are away,
[02:37.41]And such kicks they are having;
[02:43.56]Slashing away at the forest walls,
[02:46.17]With their bitter knives.
[02:48.48]Sparks bloom in their eyes,
[02:53.94]And they never look tired.
[02:55.02]Will they never look tired?
[03:07.14]On cliffs that tower from the rising seas
[03:10.95]Their bonfire glow
[03:14.73]Where a tiger lies
[03:18.84]And, cleaning their weapons,
[03:20.28]They laugh at his useless
[03:21.45]Claws, and all:
[03:24.00]It is a beautiful night
[03:28.80]To be born to this life
[03:33.96]And grind his every bone to powder!
[03:34.86]Do you remember
[03:35.28]Do you remember
[04:46.38]She carried you down to the edge
[04:46.92]Of the dark river and said:
[05:13.26]Though the water is wide,
[05:18.24]You will never grow tired
[05:23.31]You are bound to your life
[05:28.44]Like a mother and child.
[05:33.48]You will cling to your life
[05:38.64]Like a suckering vine
[05:43.56]And like the rest of our kind
[05:45.06]You will increase
[05:49.53]And increase
[05:50.13]Past all of our dreaming
[06:05.19]Horse without rider
[06:24.72]Lungs without breathing
[06:25.17]Day without light
[06:34.59]Song without singing
[06:45.21]A song...

作词 : Jonathan Meiburg
作曲 : Jonathan Meiburg
When you were a child,
You were a tomboy
And your mother laughed at the serious way
That you looked at her
And from your window at night
There were the star's little fires
And the armory lights
You were tracing the lines
Of a globe with your fingers:
Cool rivers, white wastes
Desert shores, and the forest green
And a limitless life
In the breath of each tide
And each bright mountain, rising
But now the boys are away,
And such kicks they are having;
Slashing away at the forest walls,
With their bitter knives.
Sparks bloom in their eyes,
And they never look tired.
Will they never look tired?
On cliffs that tower from the rising seas
Their bonfire glow
Where a tiger lies
And, cleaning their weapons,
They laugh at his useless
Claws, and all:
It is a beautiful night
To be born to this life
And grind his every bone to powder!
Do you remember
Do you remember
She carried you down to the edge
Of the dark river and said:
Though the water is wide,
You will never grow tired
You are bound to your life
Like a mother and child.
You will cling to your life
Like a suckering vine
And like the rest of our kind
You will increase
And increase
Past all of our dreaming
Horse without rider
Lungs without breathing
Day without light
Song without singing
A song...