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by @liwei · made with Suno
A++ · CAR-LOOP GOLD · b42f297e-46e0-45ad-84f1-939100bc1367 ↗The World Is Too Much · Gold Edition
世界太喧嚣 · 金曲版Wordsworth’s lament over worldly noise turns toward waves, moonlight and a listening soul. New English lyrics make a morning not for sale and a quieter music into returning refrains. Celtic harp, soft tabla, bansuri and warm strings surround a duet: the world may be crowded, but sea wind still leaves the heart a path.
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Wordsworth’s lament over worldly noise turns toward waves, moonlight and a listening soul. New English lyrics make a morning not for sale and a quieter music into returning refrains. Celtic harp, soft tabla, bansuri and warm strings surround a duet: the world may be crowded, but sea wind still leaves the heart a path.
Lyrics
[Intro]The world is too much with us now,Too loud for heart, too late for vow.[Verse 1]We spend our hours, we sell our days,We lose the old and sacred ways.The sea still bares her breast to the moon,But we pass by and forget the tune.[Pre-Chorus]The winds are gathered, sleeping deep,The flowers wake, the waters keep.Yet all this beauty calls in vainTo hearts that hurry through the rain.[Chorus]The world is too much, but love is near,A quieter music I can hear.Take me back where the wild waves roll,Where nature speaks to the listening soul.The world is too much, but not the sky,Not the moon in your gentle eye.If I have lost the ancient art,Let the sea return my heart.[Instrumental Interlude][Verse 2]I would rather stand beside the foam,Poor in gold, but rich in home.Hear old gods in the water cry,See bright visions walking by.[Bridge]Give me a morning not for sale,Give me the breathing of the vale.Give me a hand that does not askWhat profit waits behind the mask.[Chorus]The world is too much, but love is near,A quieter music I can hear.Take me back where the wild waves roll,Where nature speaks to the listening soul.The world is too much, but not the sky,Not the moon in your gentle eye.If I have lost the ancient art,Let the sea return my heart.[Outro]The world is too much with us now,But the moon still keeps her silver vow.Hear the crossing without erasing either shore.
A song for the road
让一首歌陪你走远Wordsworth’s lament over worldly noise turns toward waves, moonlight and a listening soul. New English lyrics make a morning not for sale and a quieter music into returning refrains. Celtic harp, soft tabla, bansuri and warm strings surround a duet: the world may be crowded, but sea wind still leaves the heart a path.
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华兹华斯对尘世喧嚣的叹息，在这里走向海浪、月亮与一个愿意倾听的灵魂。新写的英文歌词把“未售卖的清晨”与“更安静的音乐”唱成可反复回来的副歌。凯尔特竖琴、轻柔塔布拉、班苏里笛与暖弦乐托住对唱；世界可以很满，海风仍替心留下一条路。
Wordsworth’s lament over worldly noise turns toward waves, moonlight and a listening soul. New English lyrics make a morning not for sale and a quieter music into returning refrains. Celtic harp, soft tabla, bansuri and warm strings surround a duet: the world may be crowded, but sea wind still leaves the heart a path.
Wordsworth’s lament over worldly noise turns toward waves, moonlight and a listening soul. New English lyrics make a morning not for sale and a quieter music into returning refrains. Celtic harp, soft tabla, bansuri and warm strings surround a duet: the world may be crowded, but sea wind still leaves the heart a path.