LRC歌词
If you know how to tell all the leaves of the trees
If you know how to tell the waves of all the sea,
I will ask you alone to count my loves.
First put twenty loves from Athens, and fifteen more,
Then a string of loves from Corinth, Achaean girls are fair
Then count me out of Lesbos, Ionia, Caria, Rhodes – two thousand loves.
What do you say? No end to loves?
I have not told the Syrians yet,
I have not told Canopus' loves,
or all the loves of Crete and love is worshipped there.
What? Shall I number you those from beyond the straits,
From Parthia, from India? Loves of my soul.
If you know how to tell the waves of all the sea,
I will ask you alone to count my loves.
First put twenty loves from Athens, and fifteen more,
Then a string of loves from Corinth, Achaean girls are fair
Then count me out of Lesbos, Ionia, Caria, Rhodes – two thousand loves.
What do you say? No end to loves?
I have not told the Syrians yet,
I have not told Canopus' loves,
or all the loves of Crete and love is worshipped there.
What? Shall I number you those from beyond the straits,
From Parthia, from India? Loves of my soul.
文本歌词
If you know how to tell all the leaves of the treesIf you know how to tell the waves of all the sea,I will ask you alone to count my loves.First put twenty loves from Athens, and fifteen more,Then a string of loves from Corinth, Achaean girls are fairThen count me out of Lesbos, Ionia, Caria, Rhodes – two thousand loves.What do you say? No end to loves?I have not told the Syrians yet,I have not told Canopus' loves,or all the loves of Crete and love is worshipped there.What? Shall I number you those from beyond the straits,From Parthia, from India? Loves of my soul.
