[00:00.000] 作词 : Leonard Cohen
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Leonard Cohen
[00:07.399]I stepped into an avalanche
[00:13.180]It covered up my soul
[00:19.203]When I am not this hunchback that you see
[00:24.722]I sleep beneath the golden hill
[00:31.505]You, who wish to conquer pain
[00:35.519]You, must learn, learn to serve me well
[00:52.589]You strike my side by accident
[00:57.613]As you go down to your goal
[01:03.629]This cripple here that you clothe and feed
[01:08.147]Is neither starved nor cold
[01:15.427]He does not ask for your company
[01:18.939]Not at the centre, the centre of the world
[01:36.006]And I am on a pedestal
[01:41.034]You did not raise me there
[01:46.544]Your laws do not compel me now
[01:52.568]To kneel grotesque and bare
[01:58.590]I, myself, am the pedestal
[02:02.862]For this ugly hump at which you stare
[02:19.177]You who wish to conquer pain
[02:23.944]You must learn what makes me kind
[02:29.715]The crumbs of love that you offer me
[02:34.483]Are the crumbs I’ve left behind
[02:41.767]Your pain is no credential here
[02:45.779]It’s just a shadow of my wound
[03:01.846]I have begun to long for you
[03:06.872]I, who have no greed
[03:13.389]I have begun to ask for you
[03:18.661]I, who have no need
[03:23.929]You say you’ve gone away from me
[03:27.740]But I can feel you when you breathe
[03:44.056]Do not dress in those rags for me
[03:50.080]I know you are not poor
[03:54.346]And don’t love me quite so fiercely now
[03:59.115]When you know that you are not sure
[04:06.657]It is your turn, my beloved one
[04:10.671]It is your flesh that I wear

作词 : Leonard Cohen
作曲 : Leonard Cohen
I stepped into an avalanche
It covered up my soul
When I am not this hunchback that you see
I sleep beneath the golden hill
You, who wish to conquer pain
You, must learn, learn to serve me well
You strike my side by accident
As you go down to your goal
This cripple here that you clothe and feed
Is neither starved nor cold
He does not ask for your company
Not at the centre, the centre of the world
And I am on a pedestal
You did not raise me there
Your laws do not compel me now
To kneel grotesque and bare
I, myself, am the pedestal
For this ugly hump at which you stare
You who wish to conquer pain
You must learn what makes me kind
The crumbs of love that you offer me
Are the crumbs I’ve left behind
Your pain is no credential here
It’s just a shadow of my wound
I have begun to long for you
I, who have no greed
I have begun to ask for you
I, who have no need
You say you’ve gone away from me
But I can feel you when you breathe
Do not dress in those rags for me
I know you are not poor
And don’t love me quite so fiercely now
When you know that you are not sure
It is your turn, my beloved one
It is your flesh that I wear