Carla Bruni Those Dancing Days Are Gone 歌词
Those Dancing Days Are Gone Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All that silk and satin gear; Crouch upon a stone, Wrapping that foul body up In as foul a rag: I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag.[00:36.62 I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag.[00:36.62 What matter if the knave That the most could pleasure you, The children that he gave, Are somewhere sleeping like a top Under a marble flag? I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag. Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All that silk and satin gear; Crouch upon a stone, Wrapping that foul body up I carry the sun in a golden cup. In as foul a rag: The moon in a silver bag.[00:36.62 I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag.[00:36.62 Come, let me sing into your ear; Those dancing days are gone, All that silk and satin gear; Crouch upon a stone, Wrapping that foul body up In as foul a rag: I carry the sun in a golden cup. The moon in a silver bag.[00:36.62