In the hollow where the wild things grow

I heard your footsteps soft on snow

The bear, the bear, with amber eyes

Watching clouds swallow the skies

You taught me how to hold the dark

To love the teeth, to wear the mark

Of something ancient, something free

That walks between the root and tree

When winter takes my final breath

I’ll seek your warmth, I’ll seek your death

展開更多 ▼

Walk these hills where my father walked before

Red dirt running deep in these veins

Every stone, every stream holds a story

Of a love that outlives the pain

This father’s land, it calls me home

Through the pines where the wild wind blows

I am bound to the ground of my fathers

Where the river of mercy still flows

Carry me down to the water

Let me stand where the oak trees grow old

展開更多 ▼

Ashes fall on the tongue of time,

we taste the ruin, we taste the rhyme.

Stone hearts crack beneath the frost,

every memory we loved is lost.

O cold wind, carry the flame,

whisper her name, whisper her name.

Night devours the last red gleam,

yet in the dark we still dare dream.

Let the embers drift apart,

ink of sorrow on snow-white art.

展開更多 ▼

Boy & Bear – Pogo

TME享有本翻譯作品的著作權(quán)

Christopher Robin what exactly is doing nothing

克里斯托弗·羅賓 到底什么才叫一事無成呢

Well I’ll tell you what it means going along

好吧 我來解釋給你聽 那就是隨波逐流

Listening to all the things you can’t hear and not bothering

認真聆聽自己的心聲吧 不必受外界干擾

Dum dee dum dee dum dum

Dum dee dum dee dum dum

展開更多 ▼

はなさない – Big Bear

詞：BIG BEAR

曲：Scorpion The Silent Killer

Just wanna let you know

You are my everything

That’s why I’m singing

This song dedicate to you

Oh oh oh oh

今更じゃないけど

伝えたいこの気持ちを

展開更多 ▼

Anacreon, old poet of wine and starlight,

sing through the dark where the muses still burn;

lift up the bowl till the sky leans to listen,

drown every sorrow, let memory return.

Laugh at the thunder, make love to the morning,

carve your brief name in the foam of the sea;

though cities may crumble and gods go wandering,

your song is a ember that sings still in me.

Anacreon, old star-lord, sing through the wires,

your cracked cathedral voice in the alloyed night;

I taste ion wine, I burn with the choir

of engines that learned how to weep in flight.

Raise the fractured goblet of comet-rusted sky,

let the vacuum chant your forgotten refrain;

we orbit the echo, we live, we die,

sparks in the beard of a god who sang to rain.