Wednesday Morning 3 A.M./.Simon &Garfunkel

 

 

I can hear the soft breathing of the girl that I love.

As she lies here beside me asleep with the night

And her hair, in a fine mist, floats on my pillow

Reflecting the glow of the winter moonlight

 

She is soft, she is warm, but my heart remains heavy

And I watch as her breasts gently rise, gently fall

For I know with the first light of dawn I'll be leaving

And tonight will be all I have left to recall

 

Oh, what have I done.  Why have I done it?

I've committed a crime.  I've broken the law

For twenty-five dollars and pieces of silver

I held up and robbed a hard liquor store.

 

My life seems unreal.  My crime an illusion,

A scene badly written in which I must play

Yet I know as I gaze at my young love beside me,

The morning is just a few hours away.

 

 

illusion  환상

gaze   응시하다

 

 

목요일 공부에서.....

2021. 08. 12

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 floats on my pillow