[00:00.000] 作词 : William Butler Yeats[00:01.000] 作曲 : BRUNI, CARLA[00:03.310]Come, let me sing into your ear;[00:07.690]Those dancing days are gone,[00:10.490]All that silk and satin gear;[00:13.920]Crouch upon a stone,[00:16.690]Wrapping that foul body up[00:19.520]In as foul a rag:[00:21.910]I carry the sun in a golden cup.[00:25.840]The moon in a silver bag.[00:27.820][00:28.100]I carry the sun in a golden cup.[00:31.950]The moon in a silver bag.[00:36.540]Curse as you may I sing it through;[00:41.0]What matter if the knave[00:43.450]That the most could pleasure you,[00:46.950]The children that he gave,[00:49.880]Are somewhere sleeping like a top[00:53.90]Under a marble flag?[00:55.10]I carry the sun in a golden cup.[00:59.110]The moon in a silver bag.[01:01.200]I carry the sun in a golden cup.[01:05.110]The moon in a silver bag.[01:06.670][01:08.110][01:09.870]Come, let me sing into your ear,[01:13.230]I thought it out this very day.[01:16.390]All that silk and satin gear;[01:18.740]A man may put pretence away who leans upon a stick,[01:22.850]May sing, and sing until he drop,[01:26.400]Whether to maid or hag:[01:28.390]I carry the sun in a golden cup,[01:32.360]The moon in a silver bag.[01:34.460]I carry the sun in a golden cup,[01:38.490]The moon in a silver bag.[01:45.990][01:47.470][02:04.310]Come, let me sing into your ear;[02:08.870]Those dancing days are gone,[02:16.940]All that silk and satin gear;[02:21.130]Crouch upon a stone,[02:29.20]Wrapping that foul body up[02:33.40]In as foul a rag:[02:41.130]I carry the sun in a golden cup.[02:45.150]The moon in a silver bag.[02:48.110][02:55.630][03:34.350][03:36.550]【end】