Those Dancing Days Are Gone – Carla Bruni
Feb 12th, 2009 by Ashley
又一首在 MDR Figaro 聽到的好聽歌. 詞是Yeats 的詩.
the way she wears her hair and the shape of her face reminded me of Saffron Burrows. And she’s the First Lady of France!
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.
Curse as you may I sing it through;
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 thought it out this very day.
Noon upon the clock,
A man may put pretence away
Who leans upon a stick,
May sing, and sing until he drop,
Whether to maid or hag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup,
The moon in a silver bag.