时间：2014-08-18
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Sing Another Song, Boys - Leonard Cohen (莱昂纳德·科恩)
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 sleep
But 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 hand 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
