LRC歌词
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[00:36.900]Coasting along the sail of the drunk boat
[00:43.320]And only making laugh the mainmast of gold
[00:50.970]The Jester loaded the hold
[00:53.820]With sincere smiles
[00:58.500]The froth was running ashore
[01:01.350]On the right bank of the king s ear
[01:20.160]Rowing across a secret ocean
[01:22.800]The sun was not present in the trip
[01:25.080]An albatros looking strangely
[01:26.820]Like a vulture of ill omen
[01:28.740]Followed the mad run of the ship
[01:30.840]But suddenly the rolling became
[01:33.030]Harder and harder
[01:35.790]Storm and sea broke'
[01:39.600]Purple waves smashed the hull
[02:20.070]Lying on fresh green grass
[02:21.960]His friend the minstrel
[02:24.990]Was making love with a wild flower
[02:27.660]Take care L'Angely the court
[02:29.610]Is waiting for you'
[02:30.750]Strolling into the garden
[02:33.240]Of the royal palace
[02:36.360]The jester was going down
[02:38.880]By this make up of luxury
[02:53.640]Envious of worldly smiles the king ordered
[02:56.820]The jester to present his show
[03:00.720]Feeling the queen wants thrills'
[03:01.920]And make me smile make me cry'
[03:04.980]Neither his mines not his pirouettes
[03:07.920]Made a lip move
[03:10.920]Powerless he hanged himself
[03:13.350]With a West madness
[03:15.240]The sail guffawed
[05:01.740]Feeling the queen wants thrills
[05:27.240]A mocking tear trickled
[05:34.950]Down his left cheek
文本歌词
Coasting along the sail of the drunk boat
And only making laugh the mainmast of gold
The Jester loaded the hold
With sincere smiles
The froth was running ashore
On the right bank of the king s ear
Rowing across a secret ocean
The sun was not present in the trip
An albatros looking strangely
Like a vulture of ill omen
Followed the mad run of the ship
But suddenly the rolling became
Harder and harder
Storm and sea broke'
Purple waves smashed the hull
Lying on fresh green grass
His friend the minstrel
Was making love with a wild flower
Take care L'Angely the court
Is waiting for you'
Strolling into the garden
Of the royal palace
The jester was going down
By this make up of luxury
Envious of worldly smiles the king ordered
The jester to present his show
Feeling the queen wants thrills'
And make me smile make me cry'
Neither his mines not his pirouettes
Made a lip move
Powerless he hanged himself
With a West madness
The sail guffawed
Feeling the queen wants thrills
A mocking tear trickled
Down his left cheek