? ? Funeral blues? By who? W.H？ Auden (Auden)
Stop all the clocks, cut off the phone,
Stop the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Quiet the piano, with the deep drums,
Take out the coffin and let the mourners come.
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Let the plane hover and moan overhead,
Scribbled the information that he was dead in the sky,
Hanging a crepe bow around the public's white neck? Pigeons,
Let the traffic police wear black cotton gloves.
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He is my east, west, north and south,
My work week and Sunday are off,
My noon, my midnight, my conversation, my song;
I thought love would last forever: I was wrong.
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There is no need for Atal people now; Put out each one;
Put away the moon and tear down the sun;
Dump the stove and clean the wood;
Because nothing will get better now.
Translation 1:
Stop all the clocks, turn off the phone,
Stuff the dog's barking mouth with juicy bones,
A drum that mutes the piano and accompanies it.
Take out the coffin and let the sad people come.
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Let the plane hover overhead and mourn.
Spread the news of his death into the sky,
Tie a black tie around the pigeon's neck,
Let the traffic police wear black cotton gloves.
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He is my east, west, north and south.
My work week and rest days,
My noon, midnight, conversation, songs;
I thought love would last forever: but I was wrong.
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There is no need for a star at present. Kill every one.
Dismantle the sun and cover the moon;
Sweep the sea and sweep the forest;
Because now everything is no longer beautiful.
Translation 2:
Stop all the clocks and cut off the phone.
Give the dog a juicy bone and tell it not to bark.
Silent piano with deep drums.
Carry out the coffin and let undertaker come.
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Let the helicopter spin sadly overhead.
He left, he wrote a message in the sky,
Tie the black veil around the white neck of the homing pigeon,
Let the traffic police wear black gloves.
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He used to be my east, my west, my south and my north.
My working days, rest days,
My noon, my midnight, my words, my songs,
I thought love could be immortal: I was wrong.
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You don't need more stars, so pick every one.
Wrap the moon, dismantle the sun,
Sweep the sea and sweep the forest;
Because nothing will make sense.
Translation 3:
Stop the watch (in a time trial or activity)
Unplug the phone
Give the dog bones to stop barking.
Silence the piano and cover the drum.
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Carry out the coffin and let the mourners gather.
Let the plane hover and moan.
Scribbled in the sky: He has passed away.
Tie a black veil around the pigeon's neck.
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Let the traffic police wear black gloves.
He is my east, west, north and south.
He is my working day, my Sunday.
My noon, my night
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My words, my songs.
I always thought that love could last forever, but I was wrong.
Now the stars are no longer needed,
Let them out.
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Put away the moon,
Move the sun,
Sweep the forest,
Drain the ocean,
Because the world is no longer beautiful.