歌词
On Sunday
在利物浦
No traffic
礼拜日
On the avenue
大街上 没有往来车辆
The light is pale and thin
日光色浅稀薄
Like you
如你一样
No sound, down
城市的这一带
In this part of town
安静无声
Except for the boy in the belfry
除了那钟塔里的男孩
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
他早已疯癫，纵身一跃
Down from the top of the tower
从高高的塔顶跳下
Like a hunchback in heaven
如同天国的驼背敲钟人
He's ringing the bells in the church
他自半小时前便在教堂中
For the last half an hour
敲响那些钟至今
He sounds like he's missing something
听上去，他在想念他此时
Or someone that he knows he can't
得不到的物品，或得不到的人
Have now and if he isn't
而若他没有那些想法
I certainly am
我却一定是那样想的
Homesick for a clock
因想要一个和你的时间
That told the same time
对上的闹钟，患上思乡病
sometimes you made no sense to me
有些时候我完全弄不明白你
if you lie on the ground
若你躺在地上
in somebody's arms
拥抱着别人
you'll probably swallow some of their history
你可能会吞下对方的一部分过去
除了那钟塔里的男孩
And the boy in the belfry
他早已疯癫，纵身一跃
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
从高高的塔顶跳下
Down from the top of the tower
如同天国的驼背敲钟人
Like a hunchback in heaven
他自半小时前便在教堂中
He's ringing the bells in the church
敲响那些钟至今
For the last half an hour
听上去，他在想念他此时
He sounds like he's missing something
得不到的物品，或得不到的人
Or someone that he knows he can't
而若他没有那些想法
Have now and if he isn't
我却一定是那样想的
I certainly am
我会成为为了晚饭钱而唱歌的姑娘
你会成为额头高挺的僧侣
I'll be the girl who sings for my supper
他会成为已经工作的男人
You'll be the monk whose forehead is high
将一个记忆扩散到整个天空中
He'll be the man who's already working
在利物浦
Spreading a memory all through the sky
礼拜日
丝毫没有继续记起你的理由了
In Liverpool
除了那钟塔里的男孩
On Sunday
他早已疯癫，纵身一跃
No reason to even remember you now
从高高的塔顶跳下
如同天国的驼背敲钟人
Except for the boy in the belfry
他自半小时前便在教堂中
He's crazy, he's throwing himself
敲响那些钟至今
Down from the top of the tower
听上去，他在想念他此时
Like a hunchback in heaven
得不到的物品，或得不到的人
He's ringing the bells in the church
而若他没有那些想法
For the last half an hour
我却一定是那样想的
He sounds like he's missing something
Or someone that he knows he can't
Have now and if he isn't
I certainly am
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