A Small Plot of Land (Basquiat OST Version) - David Bowie (大卫·鲍伊)
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Poor soul
可怜的灵魂
Poor soul
可怜的灵魂
Spit upon that
唾弃这一切
Poor soul
可怜的灵魂
He never knew what hit him
他从未察觉厄运降临
And it hit him so
而它来得如此沉重
Poor dunce
可悲的愚人
He pushed back the pigmen
他奋力推开那些猪猡般的人
The Barbs laughed
野蛮人哄堂大笑
The fool is dead
那傻子已经死了
Poor dunce
可悲的愚人
He's less than within us
他连我们都不如
The brains talk
聪明人在高谈阔论
But the will to live is dead
但求生的意志已死
And prayer can't
连祈祷也无力回天
Travel so far these days
这些日子漂泊远方
The talk of your lifes
听尽众生闲谈
Standing so near
却始终徘徊
To innocent eyes
在纯真眼眸旁
Poor dunce
可悲的愚人
Swings through the tunnels
在幽暗隧道中挣扎
And claws his way
徒手攀爬求生
Is small life so manic
渺小生命如此癫狂
Are these really the days
这就是所谓的时光吗
Poor dunce
可悲的愚人
Poor dunce
可悲的愚人
Poor soul
可怜的灵魂
Poor soul
可怜的灵魂
Poor soul
可怜的灵魂
Poor soul
可怜的灵魂
Poor soul
可怜的灵魂