[00:00.000] 作词 : A. Hozier-Byrne
[00:01.000] 作曲 : A. Hozier-Byrne
[00:13.798] As a child it was the place names
[00:17.010] Singing at me as the first thing
[00:19.585]
[00:21.413] How the mouth must be employed
[00:25.229] In every corner of itself
[00:28.592] To say "Appalacicola"
[00:32.226] Or "Hushpukena" like "Gweebara"
[00:37.307] A promise softly sung of somewhere else
[00:43.489] And as a young man
[00:45.349] Blessed to pass so many road signs
[00:50.214] And have my foreign ear made fresh again
[00:54.511] On each unlikely sound
[00:56.978] But feel at home hearing a music
[01:00.652] That few still understand
[01:03.886] A butchered tongue still singing here above the ground
[01:06.987]
[01:11.027] The ears were chopped from young men
[01:14.316] If the pitch-cap didn't kill them
[01:18.641] They are buried without scalp
[01:22.384] In the shattered bedrock of our home
[01:25.942] You may never know your fortune
[01:29.119] Until the distance has been shown between
[01:32.823] What is lost forever and what can still be known
[01:36.881]
[01:39.282] So far from home
[01:40.953] To have a stranger call you darling
[01:45.978] And have your guarded heart
[01:47.926] Be lifted like a child up by the hand
[01:52.873] In some town that just means 'Home' to them
[01:56.594] With no translator left to sound
[01:59.494] A butchered tongue still singing here above the ground