| Song | Black Hair |
| Artist | Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds |
| Album | The Boatman's Call |
| 作词 : Cave | |
| Last night my kisses were banked in black hair | |
| And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black | |
| And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair | |
| And her black hair framed a happy heart-shaped face | |
| And heavy-hooded eyes inside her black hair | |
| Shined at me frome the depths of her hair of deepest black | |
| While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair | |
| Pulling her black hair back from her happy heart-shaped face | |
| To kiss her milk-white throat, a dark curtain of black hair | |
| Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair | |
| The smell of it is heavy. it is charged with life | |
| On my fingers the smell of her deep black hair | |
| Full of all my whispered words, her black hair | |
| And wet with tears and good-byes, her hair of deepest black | |
| All my tears cried against her milk-white throat | |
| Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hair | |
| As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea | |
| The smell of her black hair upon my pillow | |
| Where her head and all its black hair did rest | |
| Today she took a train to the west | |
| Today she took a train to the west | |
| Today she took a train to the west |
| zuò cí : Cave | |
| Last night my kisses were banked in black hair | |
| And in my bed, my lover, her hair was midnight black | |
| And all her mystery dwelled within her black hair | |
| And her black hair framed a happy heartshaped face | |
| And heavyhooded eyes inside her black hair | |
| Shined at me frome the depths of her hair of deepest black | |
| While my fingers pushed into her straight black hair | |
| Pulling her black hair back from her happy heartshaped face | |
| To kiss her milkwhite throat, a dark curtain of black hair | |
| Smothered me, my lover with her beautiful black hair | |
| The smell of it is heavy. it is charged with life | |
| On my fingers the smell of her deep black hair | |
| Full of all my whispered words, her black hair | |
| And wet with tears and goodbyes, her hair of deepest black | |
| All my tears cried against her milkwhite throat | |
| Hidden behind the curtain of her beautiful black hair | |
| As deep as ink and black, black as the deepest sea | |
| The smell of her black hair upon my pillow | |
| Where her head and all its black hair did rest | |
| Today she took a train to the west | |
| Today she took a train to the west | |
| Today she took a train to the west |