WEIYANG SOUND · 未央声场
冬暮鸫鸟
枯枝、暮色和旧世纪的寒意里,一只鸟忽然唱出并不属于眼前景象的希望;大提琴与温暖弦乐让那束声音慢慢升起。
未登记主唱 · 英语演唱 · 冬日乡野电影抒情 · 4:54 · 完整播放
Thrush at Winter Dusk
哈代《黑暗中的鸫鸟》启发的新写 · Suno 5.5
作品说明
完整听《冬暮鸫鸟》:4:54 英语冬日诗歌新唱、完整 MP3 与全长 MV。@liwei 创作 · Suno 赋能。
Work note
Hear Thrush at Winter Dusk in full: 4:54 of English winter poetry-inspired song, complete MP3 and film. by @liwei · made with Suno.
01 · A VOICE THE LANDSCAPE CANNOT EXPLAIN
希望先被听见,理由可以晚一点到
哈代式荒凉仍在,但歌曲让鸫鸟的歌声获得更长的回响。完整 4:54 从低色温黄昏走到没有保证、却真实存在的微光。@liwei 创作 · Suno 赋能。
Hope is heard before its reason arrives
Hardy's desolation remains, but the new song gives the thrush a longer resonance. Across the complete 4:54, low winter dusk reaches a light that offers no guarantee yet still exists. by @liwei · made with Suno.
歌词 · Lyrics
At winter dusk, a small song came,
A fragile spark without a name.
[Verse 1]
The fields were grey, the day was thin,
The year had folded grief within.
The broken branches scratched the sky,
And every road forgot to try.
[Pre-Chorus]
Then from the thorns, so frail and old,
A bird poured out a heart of gold.
No reason shone, no promise stirred,
Only the trembling of that bird.
[Chorus]
Sing, little thrush, at winter dusk,
Sing through the ash, sing through the dust.
Maybe you know what I cannot see,
A hidden hope prepared for me.
Sing, little heart, against the cold,
Make the dying daylight gold.
When the world has lost its trust,
Sing, little thrush, at winter dusk.
[Instrumental Interlude]
[Verse 2]
I stood alone beside the gate,
Too tired for faith, too still for fate.
But joy had found a narrow throat,
And lifted heaven in one note.
[Bridge]
Was there some blessed hope unknown,
Some secret seed beneath the stone?
I only heard the dark reply
With music rising to the sky.
[Chorus]
Sing, little thrush, at winter dusk,
Sing through the ash, sing through the dust.
Maybe you know what I cannot see,
A hidden hope prepared for me.
Sing, little heart, against the cold,
Make the dying daylight gold.
When the world has lost its trust,
Sing, little thrush, at winter dusk.
[Outro]
At winter dusk, a small song stayed,
And I was less afraid.
影像场景
冬暮枯枝
世纪余寒
无来由的希望
Film scenes
bare winter dusk
an old century's cold
hope without visible cause