Vanité ? 歌词

I close my book and put it down I turn off the music 'Cause it's late Here comes drowsiness, the little death... ART, TIME, DEATH, IN ONE... Huge books, illustrated with beautiful paintings In halls with wonderful outlines Dancing statues, intoxicated by music God Himself is here Delightful visions where are mixed Arts of Time and Space... But, alas ! God draws aside and let His place To a river of sand and its glass dam. Here comes Time which everything erases Books, paintings, even walls are cracking Statues are falling, they break and stop Music becomes silent, God has gone The light drops, vision becomes cloudy As the Sand river sweeps everything along And then appear What we all fear... The vile skull with its hideous orbits Here is Death Human things seem to be really vain My eyes suddenly open And my mind shrieks in response That if man cannot stop the hour-glass His creations can slow down its stream