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  • 作词 : Jacques Brel/Mort Shuman/Eric Blau
    作曲 : Jacques Brel/Mort Shuman/Eric Blau
    My death waits like an old roue
    So confident, Ill go his way

    Whistle to him

    And the passing time...

    My death waits like a Bible truth

    At the funeral of my youth

    We drank for that -

    The passing time..

    My death waits like
    A witch at night

    As surely as our love is right

    Lets not think of that or the passing time

    But whatever lies behind the door

    There is nothing much to do...

    Angel or devil, I dont care

    For in front of that door...

    There is you.

    My death waits like a beggar blind

    Who sees the world through an unlit mind

    Throw him a dime

    For the passing time...

    My death waits to allow my friends

    A few good times

    Before it ends

    Lets not think about

    And the passing time..

    My death waits there, between your thighs,

    Your cool fingers will close my eyes,

    Lets not think about the passing time.

    For whatever lies behind the door

    There is nothing much to do...

    Angel or devil, I dont care

    For in front of that door...

    There is you.

    My death waits there among the leaves

    In magicians mysterious sleeves,

    Rabbits and dogs, and the passing time...

    My death waits there, among the flowers

    Where the blackest shadows cowers

    So lets pick lilacs

    The passing time..

    My death waits there, in a double bed

    Sails of oblivion and my head

    Lets not think about

    The passing time.

    But whatever lies behind the door

    There is nothing much to do...

    Angel or devil, I dont care

    For, in front of that door...

    There is you.
  • [00:00.000] 作词 : Jacques Brel/Mort Shuman/Eric Blau
    [00:01.000] 作曲 : Jacques Brel/Mort Shuman/Eric Blau
    [00:15.57]My death waits like an old roue
    [00:23.45]So confident, Ill go his way
    [00:28.33]
    [00:30.45]Whistle to him
    [00:31.96]
    [00:34.33]And the passing time...
    [00:36.08]
    [00:39.08]My death waits like a Bible truth
    [00:45.20]
    [00:47.71]At the funeral of my youth
    [00:52.19]
    [00:54.62]We drank for that -
    [00:56.94]
    [00:58.00]The passing time..
    [00:59.68]
    [01:03.38]My death waits like
    [01:07.87]A witch at night
    [01:09.19]
    [01:11.93]As surely as our love is right
    [01:16.31]
    [01:18.81]Lets not think of that or the passing time
    [01:24.00]
    [01:27.08]But whatever lies behind the door
    [01:31.58]
    [01:33.96]There is nothing much to do...
    [01:36.84]
    [01:40.08]Angel or devil, I dont care
    [01:45.71]
    [01:47.64]For in front of that door...
    [01:50.03]
    [01:52.08]There is you.
    [01:54.64]
    [02:03.83]My death waits like a beggar blind
    [02:08.82]
    [02:10.76]Who sees the world through an unlit mind
    [02:15.46]
    [02:17.40]Throw him a dime
    [02:19.20]
    [02:19.96]For the passing time...
    [02:21.37]
    [02:24.68]My death waits to allow my friends
    [02:31.06]
    [02:33.56]A few good times
    [02:35.24]
    [02:36.36]Before it ends
    [02:37.56]
    [02:40.06]Lets not think about
    [02:41.87]
    [02:44.00]And the passing time..
    [02:46.06]
    [02:48.61]My death waits there, between your thighs,
    [02:55.04]
    [02:57.16]Your cool fingers will close my eyes,
    [03:02.53]
    [03:03.91]Lets not think about the passing time.
    [03:09.66]
    [03:13.03]For whatever lies behind the door
    [03:16.97]
    [03:20.16]There is nothing much to do...
    [03:22.76]
    [03:26.52]Angel or devil, I dont care
    [03:31.07]
    [03:34.01]For in front of that door...
    [03:36.64]
    [03:38.39]There is you.
    [03:40.83]
    [03:45.14]My death waits there among the leaves
    [03:50.14]
    [03:52.27]In magicians mysterious sleeves,
    [03:57.28]
    [03:59.40]Rabbits and dogs, and the passing time...
    [04:03.41]
    [04:06.78]My death waits there, among the flowers
    [04:13.28]
    [04:15.09]Where the blackest shadows cowers
    [04:19.62]
    [04:21.49]So lets pick lilacs
    [04:23.31]
    [04:25.75]The passing time..
    [04:27.49]
    [04:30.43]My death waits there, in a double bed
    [04:36.62]
    [04:38.44]Sails of oblivion and my head
    [04:43.95]
    [04:45.57]Lets not think about
    [04:47.76]
    [04:49.32]The passing time.
    [04:51.84]
    [04:54.35]But whatever lies behind the door
    [04:59.10]
    [05:01.60]There is nothing much to do...
    [05:04.67]
    [05:08.91]Angel or devil, I dont care
    [05:14.04]
    [05:16.11]For, in front of that door...
    [05:19.35]
    [05:22.72]There is you.