作曲 : Igor Stravinsky
As I was saying
both brothers wore moustaches,
but Sir John was taller.
They gave me the musical glasses
in Vienna, no, it must have been Milan.
Because of the donkeys.
Vienna was the Chinese fan.
Or was it the bottle of water
from the river Jordan?
I'm certain, at least,
it was Vienna and Lord Gordon.
I get so confused about all my travels.
The snuff boxes came from Paris
and the fulminous gravels
from a cardinal who admired me
vastly in Rome.
You're not eating, my love.
Count Moldau gave me the gnome
and Prince Obolovsky
the little statues of the twelve apostles,
which I like best of my treasures
except my fossils.
Oh, I must tell Bridget
never not to touch the mummies.
I'll dust them myself.
She can do the waxwork dummies.
Of course, I love my birds,
especially my great auk.
But the moths will get in them.
My love,
What's the matter?, why don't you talk?
Nothing.
Speak to me!
Why?
Come, sweet, come.
Why so glum?.
Smile at Baba who, loving, smiles at you.
Do not frown, husband dear
Sit down!
Scorned! abused! neglected! baited!
Wretched me!
Why is this?
I can see.
I know who is your bliss,
your love, your life.
While l, your loving wife,
lie not!, ... am hated.
Young, demure, delightful, clever!
Is she not? not as l.
That is what I know you sigh.
Then sigh, then cry!
For she your wife shall never,
shall never be. Oh, no, never!
¡ne...!
My heart is cold. I can not weep.
One remedy is left me: sleep.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Igor Stravinsky
[00:36.052]As I was saying
[00:37.169]both brothers wore moustaches,
[00:39.396]but Sir John was taller.
[00:40.979]They gave me the musical glasses
[00:43.596]in Vienna, no, it must have been Milan.
[00:46.782]Because of the donkeys.
[00:48.276]Vienna was the Chinese fan.
[00:50.886]Or was it the bottle of water
[00:53.532]from the river Jordan?
[00:55.313]I'm certain, at least,
[00:56.904]it was Vienna and Lord Gordon.
[00:59.235]I get so confused about all my travels.
[01:02.257]The snuff boxes came from Paris
[01:04.185]and the fulminous gravels
[01:06.209]from a cardinal who admired me
[01:09.169]vastly in Rome.
[01:11.876]You're not eating, my love.
[01:16.409]Count Moldau gave me the gnome
[01:18.549]and Prince Obolovsky
[01:19.973]the little statues of the twelve apostles,
[01:22.892]which I like best of my treasures
[01:25.138]except my fossils.
[01:27.063]Oh, I must tell Bridget
[01:28.468]never not to touch the mummies.
[01:30.977]I'll dust them myself.
[01:32.130]She can do the waxwork dummies.
[01:34.045]Of course, I love my birds,
[01:36.131]especially my great auk.
[01:38.489]But the moths will get in them.
[01:42.077]My love,
[01:43.212]What's the matter?, why don't you talk?
[01:48.534]Nothing.
[01:49.606]Speak to me!
[01:51.846]Why?
[01:53.195]Come, sweet, come.
[01:58.144]Why so glum?.
[02:00.575]Smile at Baba who, loving, smiles at you.
[02:09.206]Do not frown, husband dear
[02:15.954]Sit down!
[02:24.250]Scorned! abused! neglected! baited!
[02:38.452]Wretched me!
[02:42.546]Why is this?
[02:49.535]I can see.
[02:52.937]I know who is your bliss,
[02:59.092]your love, your life.
[03:05.311]While l, your loving wife,
[03:09.439]lie not!, ... am hated.
[03:19.319]Young, demure, delightful, clever!
[03:29.053]Is she not? not as l.
[03:34.963]That is what I know you sigh.
[03:38.267]Then sigh, then cry!
[03:40.388]For she your wife shall never,
[03:45.554]shall never be. Oh, no, never!
[03:54.240]¡ne...!
[04:08.730]My heart is cold. I can not weep.
[04:16.737]One remedy is left me: sleep.
作曲 : Igor Stravinsky
As I was saying
both brothers wore moustaches,
but Sir John was taller.
They gave me the musical glasses
in Vienna, no, it must have been Milan.
Because of the donkeys.
Vienna was the Chinese fan.
Or was it the bottle of water
from the river Jordan?
I'm certain, at least,
it was Vienna and Lord Gordon.
I get so confused about all my travels.
The snuff boxes came from Paris
and the fulminous gravels
from a cardinal who admired me
vastly in Rome.
You're not eating, my love.
Count Moldau gave me the gnome
and Prince Obolovsky
the little statues of the twelve apostles,
which I like best of my treasures
except my fossils.
Oh, I must tell Bridget
never not to touch the mummies.
I'll dust them myself.
She can do the waxwork dummies.
Of course, I love my birds,
especially my great auk.
But the moths will get in them.
My love,
What's the matter?, why don't you talk?
Nothing.
Speak to me!
Why?
Come, sweet, come.
Why so glum?.
Smile at Baba who, loving, smiles at you.
Do not frown, husband dear
Sit down!
Scorned! abused! neglected! baited!
Wretched me!
Why is this?
I can see.
I know who is your bliss,
your love, your life.
While l, your loving wife,
lie not!, ... am hated.
Young, demure, delightful, clever!
Is she not? not as l.
That is what I know you sigh.
Then sigh, then cry!
For she your wife shall never,
shall never be. Oh, no, never!
¡ne...!
My heart is cold. I can not weep.
One remedy is left me: sleep.
🎵
LRC歌词版本
[00:00.000] 作曲 : Igor Stravinsky
[00:36.052]As I was saying
[00:37.169]both brothers wore moustaches,
[00:39.396]but Sir John was taller.
[00:40.979]They gave me the musical glasses
[00:43.596]in Vienna, no, it must have been Milan.
[00:46.782]Because of the donkeys.
[00:48.276]Vienna was the Chinese fan.
[00:50.886]Or was it the bottle of water
[00:53.532]from the river Jordan?
[00:55.313]I'm certain, at least,
[00:56.904]it was Vienna and Lord Gordon.
[00:59.235]I get so confused about all my travels.
[01:02.257]The snuff boxes came from Paris
[01:04.185]and the fulminous gravels
[01:06.209]from a cardinal who admired me
[01:09.169]vastly in Rome.
[01:11.876]You're not eating, my love.
[01:16.409]Count Moldau gave me the gnome
[01:18.549]and Prince Obolovsky
[01:19.973]the little statues of the twelve apostles,
[01:22.892]which I like best of my treasures
[01:25.138]except my fossils.
[01:27.063]Oh, I must tell Bridget
[01:28.468]never not to touch the mummies.
[01:30.977]I'll dust them myself.
[01:32.130]She can do the waxwork dummies.
[01:34.045]Of course, I love my birds,
[01:36.131]especially my great auk.
[01:38.489]But the moths will get in them.
[01:42.077]My love,
[01:43.212]What's the matter?, why don't you talk?
[01:48.534]Nothing.
[01:49.606]Speak to me!
[01:51.846]Why?
[01:53.195]Come, sweet, come.
[01:58.144]Why so glum?.
[02:00.575]Smile at Baba who, loving, smiles at you.
[02:09.206]Do not frown, husband dear
[02:15.954]Sit down!
[02:24.250]Scorned! abused! neglected! baited!
[02:38.452]Wretched me!
[02:42.546]Why is this?
[02:49.535]I can see.
[02:52.937]I know who is your bliss,
[02:59.092]your love, your life.
[03:05.311]While l, your loving wife,
[03:09.439]lie not!, ... am hated.
[03:19.319]Young, demure, delightful, clever!
[03:29.053]Is she not? not as l.
[03:34.963]That is what I know you sigh.
[03:38.267]Then sigh, then cry!
[03:40.388]For she your wife shall never,
[03:45.554]shall never be. Oh, no, never!
[03:54.240]¡ne...!
[04:08.730]My heart is cold. I can not weep.
[04:16.737]One remedy is left me: sleep.