- Johnny Cash The Man Comes Around 歌词
- Johnny Cash
- "And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
我听到似乎雷声响
四兽之一对我讲 来看啊
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
看到一匹白马
一个男人来点名
And behold a white horse"
他来判决 谁无辜 谁有罪
每人都不一样
There's a man going around taking names
会有把金梯子能下去
当那男子来到
And he decides who to free and who to blame
你手臂上汗毛竖起
一饮一啄 都是恐惧
Everybody won't be treated all the same
你可能再喝掉这最后一杯
抑或 消失在乱葬岗
There will be a golden ladder reaching down
那人来时
长号响起 风笛响起
When the man comes around
一亿天使在唱
铜鼓敲响 大队前行
The hairs on your arm will stand up
有声呼唤 有声哭喊
有人落地 有人升天
At the terror in each sip and each sup
第一王国来了 最后的王国来了
荆棘丛中起旋风
Will you partake of that last offered cup
处女都在清理烛台
荆棘丛中起旋风
Or disappear into the potter's ground
让你踢那尖刺这太难
直到末日之战 再无你好 再无再见
When the man comes around?
那时公鸡呼叫小鸡回家
智者在御座面前弯腰
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
把金冠扔到脚下
当那人来到
One hundred million angels singing
不公之人 还让他不公
不直之人 还让他不直
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
不洁之人 还让他不洁
听听那更古之言
Voices calling and voices crying
当那人来到
长号响起 风笛响起
Some are born and some are dying
一亿天使在唱
铜鼓响起 大队前行
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
有人呼喊 有人哭泣
有人降生 有人死去
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
第一和最后的王国都来到
荆棘丛中升旋风
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
处女在擦拭灯台
荆棘丛中升旋风
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
你要踢那尖刺这太难
多轻多重 都能称量
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
当那人来临
我听到四兽之中出声响
Until Armageddon, no shalam, no shalom
我看到 一匹苍白的马
坐在它身上的 叫死亡
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
地狱 随他而来
The wise man will bow down before the thorn
And at his feet they will cast the golden crowns
When the man comes around
Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the man comes around
Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to a big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come
And the whirlwind is in the thorn trees
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn trees
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks
In measured hundred weight and penny pound
When the man comes around
"And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him."
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