Sing Another Song, Boys

Song	Sing Another Song, Boys
Artist	Leonard Cohen
Album	Songs Of Leonard Cohen / Songs Of Love And Hate (Coffret 2 CD)

	作曲 : Leonard Cohen
	作词 : 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

	zuò qǔ : Leonard Cohen
	zuò cí : 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