| Song | Whilst the Night Rejoices Profound and Still |
| Artist | Current 93 |
| Album | Some Soft Black Stars Seen Over London [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Current Ninety Three | |
| As we stared beyond the windows there | |
| Over all the gardens | |
| That have never been | |
| And will never grow again | |
| How long | |
| How long | |
| The shining winking stars | |
| The clouds too high | |
| So high | |
| Pointing to some final star | |
| The dull face of the sky | |
| And the sound of the calling | |
| Of the distant village bell | |
| And all that | |
| The sun is not enough for us | |
| Any longer | |
| And her smile | |
| Though she wears her hat | |
| And her cheery rays | |
| Do not blanket with their glorious glare | |
| The burning body | |
| With distorted nimbus | |
| I see too well | |
| Just beyond my neighbour's house | |
| It does not blank out | |
| The last sigh of the soul | |
| Whilst the night rejoices profound and still | |
| At the edge of your street | |
| Both shadow and destroyer | |
| But not alas | |
| The comforter |
| zuo ci : Current Ninety Three | |
| As we stared beyond the windows there | |
| Over all the gardens | |
| That have never been | |
| And will never grow again | |
| How long | |
| How long | |
| The shining winking stars | |
| The clouds too high | |
| So high | |
| Pointing to some final star | |
| The dull face of the sky | |
| And the sound of the calling | |
| Of the distant village bell | |
| And all that | |
| The sun is not enough for us | |
| Any longer | |
| And her smile | |
| Though she wears her hat | |
| And her cheery rays | |
| Do not blanket with their glorious glare | |
| The burning body | |
| With distorted nimbus | |
| I see too well | |
| Just beyond my neighbour' s house | |
| It does not blank out | |
| The last sigh of the soul | |
| Whilst the night rejoices profound and still | |
| At the edge of your street | |
| Both shadow and destroyer | |
| But not alas | |
| The comforter |
| zuò cí : Current Ninety Three | |
| As we stared beyond the windows there | |
| Over all the gardens | |
| That have never been | |
| And will never grow again | |
| How long | |
| How long | |
| The shining winking stars | |
| The clouds too high | |
| So high | |
| Pointing to some final star | |
| The dull face of the sky | |
| And the sound of the calling | |
| Of the distant village bell | |
| And all that | |
| The sun is not enough for us | |
| Any longer | |
| And her smile | |
| Though she wears her hat | |
| And her cheery rays | |
| Do not blanket with their glorious glare | |
| The burning body | |
| With distorted nimbus | |
| I see too well | |
| Just beyond my neighbour' s house | |
| It does not blank out | |
| The last sigh of the soul | |
| Whilst the night rejoices profound and still | |
| At the edge of your street | |
| Both shadow and destroyer | |
| But not alas | |
| The comforter |