
歌手:David Bowie
时间:2017-09-29
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Ballad of the Adventurers (Die Ballad Von Den Abenteurern) (2017 Remaster) - David Bowie
Written by:Frank Loesser
Sickened by sun with rainstorms lashing him rotten
A looted wreath crowning his tangled hair
Every moment of his youth apart from its dream was forgotten
Gone the roof overhead but the sky was always there
Oh you over flung out alike from heaven and from hades
You murderers who've been so bitterly repaid
Why did you part from the mothers who nursed you as babies
It was peaceful and you slept and there you stayed
Still he explores and rakes the absinthe green oceans
Though his mother has given him up for lost
Grinning and cursing with a few odd tears of contrition
Always in search of that land where life seems best
Loafing through hells and flocked through paradises
Calm and grinning with a vanishing face
At times he still dreams of a small field he recognises
With a blue sky overhead and nothing else