[00:00.00] 作词 : Leonard Cohen
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Leonard Cohen
[00:04.23]The stories of the street are mine, the
[00:08.76]Spanish voices laugh
[00:13.59]The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas
[00:22.38]And I lean from my window sill in this old hotel
[00:29.70]I choseYes, one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose
[00:47.79]I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come
[00:56.55]The cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone
[01:04.29]But let me ask you one more time, oh, children of the dusk
[01:12.51]All these hunters who are shrieking now, oh, do they speak for us?
[01:30.57]And where do all these highways go, now that we are free?
[01:40.62]Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me?
[01:47.55]Oh, lady with your legs so fine, oh, stranger at your wheel
[01:58.53]You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal
[02:14.13]The age of lust is giving birth and both the parents ask
[02:23.25]The nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass
[02:31.83]And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite
[02:40.71]And one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night
[02:57.57]Oh, come with me my little one, we will find that farm
[03:06.75]And grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm
[03:14.61]And if by chance
[03:17.34]I wake at night and
[03:24.27]I ask you who
[03:24.51]I amOh, take me to the slaughterhouse,
[03:27.21]I will wait there with the lamb
[03:40.95]With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl
[03:49.38]I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world
[03:57.75]We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky
[04:06.09]And lost among the subway crowds
[04:10.83]I try to catch your eye

作词 : Leonard Cohen
作曲 : Leonard Cohen
The stories of the street are mine, the
Spanish voices laugh
The Cadillacs go creeping now through the night and the poison gas
And I lean from my window sill in this old hotel
I choseYes, one hand on my suicide, one hand on the rose
I know you've heard it's over now and war must surely come
The cities they are broke in half and the middle men are gone
But let me ask you one more time, oh, children of the dusk
All these hunters who are shrieking now, oh, do they speak for us?
And where do all these highways go, now that we are free?
Why are the armies marching still that were coming home to me?
Oh, lady with your legs so fine, oh, stranger at your wheel
You are locked into your suffering and your pleasures are the seal
The age of lust is giving birth and both the parents ask
The nurse to tell them fairy tales on both sides of the glass
And now the infant with his cord is hauled in like a kite
And one eye filled with blueprints, one eye filled with night
Oh, come with me my little one, we will find that farm
And grow us grass and apples there and keep all the animals warm
And if by chance
I wake at night and
I ask you who
I amOh, take me to the slaughterhouse,
I will wait there with the lamb
With one hand on the hexagram and one hand on the girl
I balance on a wishing well that all men call the world
We are so small between the stars, so large against the sky
And lost among the subway crowds
I try to catch your eye