[00:00.00]Those Dancing Days Are Gone - Carla Bruni (卡拉·布吕尼)
[00:03.36]Come let me sing into your ear
[00:07.48]Those dancing days are gone
[00:10.40]All that silk and sating gear
[00:13.83]Crouch upon a stone
[00:16.56]Wrapping that foul body up
[00:19.80]In as foul a rag
[00:21.80]I carry the sun in a golden cup
[00:25.70]The moon in a silver bag
[00:27.98]I carry the sun in a golden cup
[00:31.70]The moon in a silver bag
[00:36.59]Curse as you may I sing it through
[00:40.88]What matter if the knave
[00:43.66]That the most could pleasure you
[00:46.87]The children that he gave
[00:49.80]Somewhere sleeping like a top
[00:53.05]Under a marble flag
[00:55.08]I carry the sun in a golden cup
[00:58.91]The moon in a silver bag
[01:01.14]I carry the sun in a golden cup
[01:05.15]The moon in a silver bag
[01:09.88]Come let me sing into your ear
[01:13.00]I thought it out this very day
[01:14.66]Noon upon the clock
[01:16.15]All that silk and sating gear
[01:19.11]A man may put pretense away
[01:20.67]Who leans upon a stick
[01:22.68]May sing and sing until he drop
[01:26.44]Whether to maid or hag
[01:28.37]I carry the sun in a golden cup
[01:32.17]The moon in a silver bag
[01:34.42]I carry the sun in a golden cup
[01:38.26]The moon in a silver bag
[02:04.37]Come let me sing into your ear
[02:08.38]Those dancing days are gone
[02:16.78]All that silk and sating gear
[02:20.98]Crouch upon a stone
[02:28.98]Wrapping that foul body up
[02:32.90]In as foul a rag
[02:41.13]I carry the sun in a golden cup
[02:45.14]The moon in a silver bag