《Sotto Voce 》
词/曲：Jed Chew
编曲：钟宗豪
吉他：许华强
The evening breeze:
She gathers goosebumps
With a gentle squeeze,
A touch of malice;
A fraught embrace, a silky lace
On amber eaves
She starts to press
Edges and daggers—a taut caress
Death and the Maiden:
A pas de deux, a waltzing blur
Of red streaming like kites,
Their effervescence bending light
Impressions clear across the distance
Blow, wind blow
Sotto voce in the night A sultry whisper
In our ear
Where you’ve been and where you’ll go
He stands alone:
Like mighty Atlas He stands forlorn,
A muffled presence
In ermine cloaks and crystal toques
Among the thorns
His voice grows harsh,
A rusty squeezebox
A nervous hush
Precedes his gnashing,
His bark and bite a grisly sight
To those he must oppose
Then he withdraws without a word
To watch with scorn the rest who burn
Blow, wind blow
Sotto voce in the night A sultry whisper
In our ear
Where you’ve been and where you’ll go
The drizzle falls
Like ashen snowflakes,
A dreary pall
Across the windows;
A chastening shade that slowly fades
Till it’s no more
The silent pray
Up to the heavens—A shroud of gray
Like filthy linens
Hung on a line, perhaps a vine…
Who cares? Nobody’s there
To hear the words that must be heard
So rustling on it disappears
Blow, wind blow
Sotto voce in the night A sultry whisper
In our ear
Where you’ve been and where you’ll go
Sotto voce in the night A sultry whisper
Maybe someday you will find someone who hears
