所属专辑:Picaresqueties
歌手: The Decemberists
时长: 03:42
O the minarets of Constantinople[00:00:09]
Are plated gold ivory and opal[00:00:14]
Their cupolas all onion domed and light[00:00:19]
And the magistrate of Constantinople[00:00:28]
Has made a match[00:00:34]
His family was hopeful[00:00:36]
Their daughter would be promised a wedding night[00:00:39]
But the Sultan's weary bride she won't be wed tonight[00:00:48]
Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie[00:00:58]
For far across the town her lover's lying drowned[00:01:07]
And painted by the Bosporus in blue[00:01:17]
And there's nothing for a broken heart to do[00:01:26]
Down the dirty streets of Constantinople[00:01:35]
The beggars weep their hands all wide open[00:01:41]
Their severed leper limbs all swing and sway[00:01:46]
At a windowsill in Constantinople[00:01:55]
Our Hero sighs to melodies noteful[00:02:00]
And gazes on the walls that hold his love[00:02:05]
But the Sultan's weary bride she won't be wed tonight[00:02:14]
Nor fall beneath a canopy to lie[00:02:24]
For far across the town her lover now is drowned[00:02:34]
And painted by the Bosporus in blue[00:02:44]
And there's nothing for a broken heart to do[00:02:53]
No there's nothing for a broken heart to do[00:03:03]
Except cry[00:03:12]