| Song | Diamonds In The Mine |
| Artist | Leonard Cohen |
| Album | Live at the Isle of Wight 1970 |
| 作曲 : Leonard Cohen | |
| 作词 : Leonard Cohen | |
| The woman in blue, she's asking for revenge, | |
| the man in white -- that's you -- says he has no friends. | |
| The river is swollen up with rusty cans | |
| and the trees are burning in your promised land. | |
| And there are no letters in the mailbox, | |
| and there are no grapes upon the vine, | |
| and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore, | |
| and there are no diamonds in the mine. | |
| Well, you tell me that your lover has a broken limb, | |
| you say you're kind of restless now and it's on account of him. | |
| Well, I saw the man in question, it was just the other night, | |
| he was eating up a lady where the lions and Christians fight. | |
| And there are no letters in the mailbox | |
| and there are no grapes upon the vine, | |
| and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore, | |
| and there are no diamonds in the mine. | |
| (You tell them now) | |
| Ah, there is no comfort in the covens of the witch, | |
| some very clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch, | |
| and the only man of energy, yes the revolution's pride, | |
| he trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child. | |
| And there are no letters in the mailbox, | |
| oh no, there are no, no grapes upon your vine, | |
| and there are, there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore, | |
| and there are no diamonds in your mine. | |
| And there are no letters in the mailbox, | |
| and there are no grapes upon the vine, | |
| and there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore, | |
| and there are no diamonds in your mine. |
| zuò qǔ : Leonard Cohen | |
| zuò cí : Leonard Cohen | |
| The woman in blue, she' s asking for revenge, | |
| the man in white that' s you says he has no friends. | |
| The river is swollen up with rusty cans | |
| and the trees are burning in your promised land. | |
| And there are no letters in the mailbox, | |
| and there are no grapes upon the vine, | |
| and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore, | |
| and there are no diamonds in the mine. | |
| Well, you tell me that your lover has a broken limb, | |
| you say you' re kind of restless now and it' s on account of him. | |
| Well, I saw the man in question, it was just the other night, | |
| he was eating up a lady where the lions and Christians fight. | |
| And there are no letters in the mailbox | |
| and there are no grapes upon the vine, | |
| and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore, | |
| and there are no diamonds in the mine. | |
| You tell them now | |
| Ah, there is no comfort in the covens of the witch, | |
| some very clever doctor went and sterilized the bitch, | |
| and the only man of energy, yes the revolution' s pride, | |
| he trained a hundred women just to kill an unborn child. | |
| And there are no letters in the mailbox, | |
| oh no, there are no, no grapes upon your vine, | |
| and there are, there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore, | |
| and there are no diamonds in your mine. | |
| And there are no letters in the mailbox, | |
| and there are no grapes upon the vine, | |
| and there are no chocolates in your boxes anymore, | |
| and there are no diamonds in your mine. |