Song to Sundays - Luke Ritchie

Song to Sundays - Luke Ritchie

This is my song to Sunday mornings
这是我写给周日清晨的歌
Where Son and Heir find skin
子嗣们寻找到皮肤
And as I contemplate the ceiling
我对着屋顶沉思
And the mysteries therein
其中隐藏着的奥秘
There's something vast in your eyes
你的眼中有丰富的东西
It keeps me small and listless
这让我渺小 无精打采
Here's to my darling fair
亲爱的 这是我告诉你的
Here's to my darling
亲爱的 这都是给你的
Find myself so calm and yet
发现自己是如此的冷静
So unclear
如此的不清晰
I wring the tap dry of water
水龙头的水已经没有了
My little hill-side source
我有限的山坡资源
And then I'll down a flooded river
我潜身进了泛滥的河流
In knotted loops and folds
有无数的漩涡
But then I'll simply lie stranded
于是 我只是静静地躺着
Like some bloated corpse
就像一具浮肿的尸体
Until you rise me up
直到你鼓舞了我
Till I'm alive again
直到让我重生
Find myself so calm and yet
发现自己是如此的冷静
So unclear
如此的不清晰
I keep the mustard curtains
我拉上了泛黄的窗帘
From when this house was young
从这个房子还是新的的时候起
But to me they still shine golden
但对我来说 它们仍旧是金光闪闪的
From one look
放眼望去
From one look from the sun
从太阳那放眼望去
Find myself so calm and yet
发现自己是如此的冷静
No more
不再有了
Carry me up and away
带我走吧
Our own sum
我们自己的总和
Our own sum
我们自己的总和
Our own sum
我们自己的总和
Our ownsome
我们自己的总和