I shall not want a past that now is lost Silence and grief, my heart is lone I cry for you, my love I breathe, for you, I live for you I will long rue
译文: 葬礼. 一个为死者诗.
yours I shall not want a past that now is lost Silence and grief, my heart is lone I cry for you, my love I breathe, for you, I live for you I will long
Stop all the clocks, cut of the telephone Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone Silence the pianos and with a muffled drum Bring out the coffin
boots. At the funeral somebody recited a poem That told how he suffered and bled. Nashville is rough on the livin', But she really speaks well of the dead
drink of me, at last Where are the sweet poems Pieces of the whole Pictures of you, violins To indulge my broken soul Rain, music you wrote For your beloved dead
silver A funeral for the leaves A eulogy in the breeze A hymn for the bones of winter The geese have already Buried their heads And a full moon over
in the sewers Of course they?re dead and withering But so are you?aren?t we, dear? Ceremonial aura A disgusting samba Cadavers cooking for your funeral wedding A
yoo-hoo I feel great, a basket full of snakes Upon the tablets, a long beard, a stone I still scrape A poem of madness, I shot the devil on Easter eve
