《The Boxer》是一部捷克斯洛伐克電影，Peter Solan導演，Stefan Kvietik、Manfred Krug、Valentina Thielová主演，Józef Hen、Tibor Vichta、Peter Solan編劇。
基本介紹
- 外文名：Der Boxer und der Tod ..... East Germany
- 外文名：The Boxer
- 導演：Peter Solan
- 片長：120 min
- 對白語言：捷克語 / 德語
- 製片地區：捷克斯洛伐克
- 發行公司：Ustredni Pujcovna Filmu
Artist : Simon and Garfunkel
Album : The Best of Simon & Garfunkel
Title :The Boxer
I am just a poor boy
though my story's seldom told.
I have squandered my resistance
for a pocketful of mumbles,
such are promises.
All lies and jest.
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
and disregards the rest.
Mmm.......
Mmm.......
When I left my home
and my family.
I was no more than a boy.
In the company of strangers,
in the quiet of the railway station
running scared.
Laying low,
seeking out the poorer quarters
where the ragged people go.
Looking for the places
only they would know.
Lie-la-lie.....
Lie-la-lie.....
Asking only workman's wages,
I come looking for a job
but I get no offers.
Just a come-on from the whores
on Seventh Avenue.
I do declare,
there were times
when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
Lie-la-lie.....
[Music1]..........................[Music1]
[Music2]..........................[Music2]
[Music3]..........................[Music3]
Lie-la-lie.....
Lie-la-lie.....
Then I'm laying out
my winter clothes
and wishing I was gone.
Going home,
where the New York City winters
aren't bleeding me.
Leading me
going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer,
and a fighter by his trade.
And he carries the reminders
of ev'ry glove that laid him down
or cut him till he cried out.
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains.
Mmm............
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
Album : The Best of Simon & Garfunkel
Title :The Boxer
I am just a poor boy
though my story's seldom told.
I have squandered my resistance
for a pocketful of mumbles,
such are promises.
All lies and jest.
Still, a man hears what he wants to hear
and disregards the rest.
Mmm.......
Mmm.......
When I left my home
and my family.
I was no more than a boy.
In the company of strangers,
in the quiet of the railway station
running scared.
Laying low,
seeking out the poorer quarters
where the ragged people go.
Looking for the places
only they would know.
Lie-la-lie.....
Lie-la-lie.....
Asking only workman's wages,
I come looking for a job
but I get no offers.
Just a come-on from the whores
on Seventh Avenue.
I do declare,
there were times
when I was so lonesome
I took some comfort there.
Lie-la-lie.....
[Music1]..........................[Music1]
[Music2]..........................[Music2]
[Music3]..........................[Music3]
Lie-la-lie.....
Lie-la-lie.....
Then I'm laying out
my winter clothes
and wishing I was gone.
Going home,
where the New York City winters
aren't bleeding me.
Leading me
going home.
In the clearing stands a boxer,
and a fighter by his trade.
And he carries the reminders
of ev'ry glove that laid him down
or cut him till he cried out.
In his anger and his shame,
"I am leaving, I am leaving."
But the fighter still remains.
Mmm............
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie..............Lie-la-lie
