[00:00.000] 作词 : David Gilmour
[00:01.000] 作曲 : David Gilmour
[02:17.352]
[02:18.144]The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
[02:22.603]Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky
[02:28.083]A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
[02:32.426]But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
[02:37.467]
[02:42.498]He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
[02:47.473]In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
[02:52.433]He's chained forever to a world that's departed
[02:57.359]It's not enough, it's not enough
[02:59.992]
[03:27.403]His blood has frozen and curdled with fright
[03:32.306]His knees have trembled and given way in the night
[03:37.379]His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
[03:42.389]His step has faltered
[03:44.716]
[03:52.760]One world, one soul
[04:02.689]Time pass, the river roll
[04:11.057]
[05:12.377]And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
[05:17.321]And silent replies that swirl invitation
[05:22.508]Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
[05:27.431]A grim intimation of what is to be
[05:31.800]
[05:37.385]There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
[05:42.373]And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
[05:47.344]And silence that speaks so much louder than words
[05:52.359]Of promises broken
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作词 : David Gilmour
作曲 : David Gilmour
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen and curdled with fright
His knees have trembled and given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river roll
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder than words
Of promises broken