(Instrument)
Diana, Luna, Lucina(Repeat）
“Hiawatha's Departure”
By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
At the doorway of the wigwam,
In the early Summer morning,
Hiawatha stood and waited.
All the air was full of freshness,
All the earth was bright and joyous,
And before him, through the sunshine,
Westward toward the neighboring forest
Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo,
Passed the bees, the honey-makers,
Burning, singing in the sunshine.
Bright above him shone the heavens,
From its bosom leaped the sturgeon,
On its margin the great forest
Stood reflected in the water,
Motionless beneath the water.
From the brow of Hiawatha
Gone was every trace of sorrow,
As the fog from off the water,
As the mist from off the meadow.
With a smile of joy and gladness,
With a look of exultation,
As of one who in a vision
Sees what is to be, but is not,
Stood and waited Hiawatha.
Toward the sun his hands were lifted,
And between the parted fingers
Fell the sunshine on his features,
Flecked with light his naked shoulders,
As it falls and flecks an oak-tree
Through the rifted leaves and branches.
O'er the water floating, flying,
Something in the hazy distance,
Something in the mists of morning,
Loomed and lifted from the water,
Now seemed floating, now seemed flying,
Coming nearer, nearer, nearer.
Was it Shingebis the diver?
Or the pelican, the Shada?
Or the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah?
Or the white goose, Waw-be-wana,
With the water dripping, flashing,
From its glossy neck and feathers?
It was neither goose nor diver,
Neither pelican nor heron,
O'er the water floating, flying,
Through the shining mist of morning,
But a birch canoe with paddles,
Rising, sinking on the water,
Dripping, flashing in the sunshine;
“The Son of the Evening Star”
Can it be the sun descending
O'er the level plain of water?
Or the Red Swan floating, flying,
Wounded by the magic arrow,
Staining all the waves with crimson,
With the crimson of its life-blood,
Filling all the air with plumage?
Yes; it is the sun descending,
Sinking down into the water;
All the sky is stained with purple,
All the water flushed with crimson!
No; it is the Red Swan floating,
Diving down beneath the water;
To the sky its wings are lifted,
With its blood the waves are reddened!
Over it the Star of Evening
Melts and trembles through the purple,
Walks in silence through the heavens.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] (Instrument)
[07:22.546]
[07:33.645] Diana, Luna, Lucina(Repeat）
[10:38.983]
[11:36.000] “Hiawatha's Departure”
[11:39.873]
[11:40.057] By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
[11:45.152] By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
[11:50.363] At the doorway of the wigwam,
[11:55.652] In the early Summer morning,
[12:00.615]
[12:00.920] Hiawatha stood and waited.
[12:06.143] All the air was full of freshness,
[12:11.383] All the earth was bright and joyous,
[12:16.642] And before him, through the sunshine,
[12:21.590]
[12:21.844] Westward toward the neighboring forest
[12:26.903] Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo,
[12:32.101] Passed the bees, the honey-makers,
[12:37.333] Burning, singing in the sunshine.
[12:42.557]
[12:42.583] Bright above him shone the heavens,
[12:53.053] From its bosom leaped the sturgeon,
[13:03.398]
[13:03.503] On its margin the great forest
[13:08.745] Stood reflected in the water,
[13:19.174] Motionless beneath the water.
[13:24.332]
[13:24.403] From the brow of Hiawatha
[13:29.663] Gone was every trace of sorrow,
[13:34.875] As the fog from off the water,
[13:40.157] As the mist from off the meadow.
[13:45.230]
[13:45.413] With a smile of joy and gladness,
[13:50.633] With a look of exultation,
[13:55.823] As of one who in a vision
[14:00.918] Sees what is to be, but is not,
[14:06.209]
[14:06.233] Stood and waited Hiawatha.
[14:11.373] Toward the sun his hands were lifted,
[14:21.979] And between the parted fingers
[14:27.232]
[14:27.435] Fell the sunshine on his features,
[14:32.324] Flecked with light his naked shoulders,
[14:37.693] As it falls and flecks an oak-tree
[14:42.843] Through the rifted leaves and branches.
[14:47.960]
[14:48.032] O'er the water floating, flying,
[14:53.173] Something in the hazy distance,
[14:58.393] Something in the mists of morning,
[15:03.493] Loomed and lifted from the water,
[15:08.302]
[15:08.734] Now seemed floating, now seemed flying,
[15:13.935] Coming nearer, nearer, nearer.
[15:19.213] Was it Shingebis the diver?
[15:24.543] Or the pelican, the Shada?
[15:29.593]
[15:29.745] Or the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah?
[15:34.903] Or the white goose, Waw-be-wana,
[15:40.187] With the water dripping, flashing,
[15:45.363] From its glossy neck and feathers?
[15:50.363]
[15:50.533] It was neither goose nor diver,
[15:55.763] Neither pelican nor heron,
[16:00.879] O'er the water floating, flying,
[16:06.123] Through the shining mist of morning,
[16:11.258]
[16:11.423] But a birch canoe with paddles,
[16:16.593] Rising, sinking on the water,
[16:21.823] Dripping, flashing in the sunshine;
[16:34.000]
[16:48.000]“The Son of the Evening Star”
[16:52.000]
[16:53.107] Can it be the sun descending
[16:58.283] O'er the level plain of water?
[17:03.560] Or the Red Swan floating, flying,
[17:08.795] Wounded by the magic arrow,
[17:13.875]
[17:14.043] Staining all the waves with crimson,
[17:19.269] With the crimson of its life-blood,
[17:29.791] Filling all the air with plumage?
[17:34.756]
[17:34.953] Yes; it is the sun descending,
[17:40.116] Sinking down into the water;
[17:45.392] All the sky is stained with purple,
[17:50.632] All the water flushed with crimson!
[17:55.645]
[17:55.900] No; it is the Red Swan floating,
[18:01.067] Diving down beneath the water;
[18:06.373] To the sky its wings are lifted,
[18:11.583] With its blood the waves are reddened!
[18:16.695]
[18:16.894] Over it the Star of Evening
[18:22.195] Melts and trembles through the purple,
[18:32.447] Walks in silence through the heavens.
(Instrument)
Diana, Luna, Lucina(Repeat）
“Hiawatha's Departure”
By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
At the doorway of the wigwam,
In the early Summer morning,
Hiawatha stood and waited.
All the air was full of freshness,
All the earth was bright and joyous,
And before him, through the sunshine,
Westward toward the neighboring forest
Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo,
Passed the bees, the honey-makers,
Burning, singing in the sunshine.
Bright above him shone the heavens,
From its bosom leaped the sturgeon,
On its margin the great forest
Stood reflected in the water,
Motionless beneath the water.
From the brow of Hiawatha
Gone was every trace of sorrow,
As the fog from off the water,
As the mist from off the meadow.
With a smile of joy and gladness,
With a look of exultation,
As of one who in a vision
Sees what is to be, but is not,
Stood and waited Hiawatha.
Toward the sun his hands were lifted,
And between the parted fingers
Fell the sunshine on his features,
Flecked with light his naked shoulders,
As it falls and flecks an oak-tree
Through the rifted leaves and branches.
O'er the water floating, flying,
Something in the hazy distance,
Something in the mists of morning,
Loomed and lifted from the water,
Now seemed floating, now seemed flying,
Coming nearer, nearer, nearer.
Was it Shingebis the diver?
Or the pelican, the Shada?
Or the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah?
Or the white goose, Waw-be-wana,
With the water dripping, flashing,
From its glossy neck and feathers?
It was neither goose nor diver,
Neither pelican nor heron,
O'er the water floating, flying,
Through the shining mist of morning,
But a birch canoe with paddles,
Rising, sinking on the water,
Dripping, flashing in the sunshine;
“The Son of the Evening Star”
Can it be the sun descending
O'er the level plain of water?
Or the Red Swan floating, flying,
Wounded by the magic arrow,
Staining all the waves with crimson,
With the crimson of its life-blood,
Filling all the air with plumage?
Yes; it is the sun descending,
Sinking down into the water;
All the sky is stained with purple,
All the water flushed with crimson!
No; it is the Red Swan floating,
Diving down beneath the water;
To the sky its wings are lifted,
With its blood the waves are reddened!
Over it the Star of Evening
Melts and trembles through the purple,
Walks in silence through the heavens.
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] (Instrument)
[07:22.546]
[07:33.645] Diana, Luna, Lucina(Repeat）
[10:38.983]
[11:36.000] “Hiawatha's Departure”
[11:39.873]
[11:40.057] By the shores of Gitche Gumee,
[11:45.152] By the shining Big-Sea-Water,
[11:50.363] At the doorway of the wigwam,
[11:55.652] In the early Summer morning,
[12:00.615]
[12:00.920] Hiawatha stood and waited.
[12:06.143] All the air was full of freshness,
[12:11.383] All the earth was bright and joyous,
[12:16.642] And before him, through the sunshine,
[12:21.590]
[12:21.844] Westward toward the neighboring forest
[12:26.903] Passed in golden swarms the Ahmo,
[12:32.101] Passed the bees, the honey-makers,
[12:37.333] Burning, singing in the sunshine.
[12:42.557]
[12:42.583] Bright above him shone the heavens,
[12:53.053] From its bosom leaped the sturgeon,
[13:03.398]
[13:03.503] On its margin the great forest
[13:08.745] Stood reflected in the water,
[13:19.174] Motionless beneath the water.
[13:24.332]
[13:24.403] From the brow of Hiawatha
[13:29.663] Gone was every trace of sorrow,
[13:34.875] As the fog from off the water,
[13:40.157] As the mist from off the meadow.
[13:45.230]
[13:45.413] With a smile of joy and gladness,
[13:50.633] With a look of exultation,
[13:55.823] As of one who in a vision
[14:00.918] Sees what is to be, but is not,
[14:06.209]
[14:06.233] Stood and waited Hiawatha.
[14:11.373] Toward the sun his hands were lifted,
[14:21.979] And between the parted fingers
[14:27.232]
[14:27.435] Fell the sunshine on his features,
[14:32.324] Flecked with light his naked shoulders,
[14:37.693] As it falls and flecks an oak-tree
[14:42.843] Through the rifted leaves and branches.
[14:47.960]
[14:48.032] O'er the water floating, flying,
[14:53.173] Something in the hazy distance,
[14:58.393] Something in the mists of morning,
[15:03.493] Loomed and lifted from the water,
[15:08.302]
[15:08.734] Now seemed floating, now seemed flying,
[15:13.935] Coming nearer, nearer, nearer.
[15:19.213] Was it Shingebis the diver?
[15:24.543] Or the pelican, the Shada?
[15:29.593]
[15:29.745] Or the heron, the Shuh-shuh-gah?
[15:34.903] Or the white goose, Waw-be-wana,
[15:40.187] With the water dripping, flashing,
[15:45.363] From its glossy neck and feathers?
[15:50.363]
[15:50.533] It was neither goose nor diver,
[15:55.763] Neither pelican nor heron,
[16:00.879] O'er the water floating, flying,
[16:06.123] Through the shining mist of morning,
[16:11.258]
[16:11.423] But a birch canoe with paddles,
[16:16.593] Rising, sinking on the water,
[16:21.823] Dripping, flashing in the sunshine;
[16:34.000]
[16:48.000]“The Son of the Evening Star”
[16:52.000]
[16:53.107] Can it be the sun descending
[16:58.283] O'er the level plain of water?
[17:03.560] Or the Red Swan floating, flying,
[17:08.795] Wounded by the magic arrow,
[17:13.875]
[17:14.043] Staining all the waves with crimson,
[17:19.269] With the crimson of its life-blood,
[17:29.791] Filling all the air with plumage?
[17:34.756]
[17:34.953] Yes; it is the sun descending,
[17:40.116] Sinking down into the water;
[17:45.392] All the sky is stained with purple,
[17:50.632] All the water flushed with crimson!
[17:55.645]
[17:55.900] No; it is the Red Swan floating,
[18:01.067] Diving down beneath the water;
[18:06.373] To the sky its wings are lifted,
[18:11.583] With its blood the waves are reddened!
[18:16.695]
[18:16.894] Over it the Star of Evening
[18:22.195] Melts and trembles through the purple,
[18:32.447] Walks in silence through the heavens.
I'm a half crazy man
Waiting for confirmation
Signs keep changing and
I need some more information
Some tricks of the light
You never know
Make a flic...
Only Time Will Tell （间会证明一切）-Mike Oldfield （克·欧菲尔德）
Only time will tell
Only time
Only time will tell
Only time
Only time will tell
Only time will tel...
Midnight
All alone in the room
Streetlights
Shadows dance in the gloom
Cold as ice
In the dark at the moon
Soft cries
from the silent cocoon
Castaway
...
Be still and know that I'm
Be still and know
Be still and know that I'm
Be still and know
Be still
Be still
Be still and know
Be still
Be still
Be sti...
Let me out, I can't breathe
Gotta get out of this concrete hole
I'm wrecked and I'm decked
I've gotta break free before I lose control
Cast the lines ...
The last that ever she saw him
Carried away by a moonlight shadow
He passed on worried and warning
Carried away by a moonlight shadow.
Lost in a river...