Sing Another Song, Boys歌词

作词 : Leonard Cohen
作曲 : Leonard Cohen
Let's sing another song, boys
This one has grown old and bitter
Ah, his fingernails,
I see they're broken
His ships, they're all on fire
The moneylender's lovely little daughter
Ah, she's eaten, she's eaten with desire
She spies him through the glasses
From the pawnshops of her wicked father
She hails him with a microphone
That some poor singer, just like me had to leave her
She tempts him with a clarinet
She waves a
Nazi dagger
She finds him lying in a heap
She wants to be his woman
He says, "Yes, I just might go to sleepBut kindly leave, leave the future, leave it open"
He stands where it is steep
Oh, I guess he thinks that he's the very first one
His hands upon his leather belt now
Like it was the wheel of some big ocean liner
And she will learn to touch herself so well
As all the sails burn down like paper
And he has lit the chain
Of his famous cigarillo
Ah, they'll never, they'll never ever reach the moon
At least not the one that we're after
It's floating, broken on the open sea, look out there, my friends
And it carries no survivors
But let's leave these lovers wondering
Why they cannot have each other
And let's sing another song, boys
This one has grown old and bitter