| Song | Lie Still, Sleep Becalmed |
| Artist | John Cale |
| Album | Fragments of a Rainy Season |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Cale | |
| Words:dylan thomas | |
| Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound | |
| In the throat, burning and turning. all night afloat | |
| On the silent sea we have heard the sound | |
| That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet. | |
| Under the mile off moon we trembled listening | |
| To the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud wound | |
| And when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing | |
| The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind. | |
| Open a pathway through the slow sad sail, | |
| Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boat | |
| For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound, | |
| We heard the sea sound sing, we saw the salt sheet tell, | |
| Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the mouth in the throat, | |
| Or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned. |
| zuo ci : Cale | |
| Words: dylan thomas | |
| Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound | |
| In the throat, burning and turning. all night afloat | |
| On the silent sea we have heard the sound | |
| That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet. | |
| Under the mile off moon we trembled listening | |
| To the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud wound | |
| And when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing | |
| The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind. | |
| Open a pathway through the slow sad sail, | |
| Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boat | |
| For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound, | |
| We heard the sea sound sing, we saw the salt sheet tell, | |
| Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the mouth in the throat, | |
| Or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned. |
| zuò cí : Cale | |
| Words: dylan thomas | |
| Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound | |
| In the throat, burning and turning. all night afloat | |
| On the silent sea we have heard the sound | |
| That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet. | |
| Under the mile off moon we trembled listening | |
| To the sea sound flowing like blood from the loud wound | |
| And when the salt sheet broke in a storm of singing | |
| The voices of all the drowned swam on the wind. | |
| Open a pathway through the slow sad sail, | |
| Throw wide to the wind the gates of the wandering boat | |
| For my voyage to begin to the end of my wound, | |
| We heard the sea sound sing, we saw the salt sheet tell, | |
| Lie still, sleep becalmed, hide the mouth in the throat, | |
| Or we shall obey, and ride with you through the drowned. |