آهنگ مستر (انگلیسی)

I believe that you heard your master sing
When I was sick in bed
I suppose that he told you everything
That I keep locked away in my head
Your master took you travelling
Or at least that's what he said
And now do you come back to bring your prison
Wine and bread?
You met him at some temple
Where they take your clothes at the door
He was just another homeless man
Just come back from the war
And you wrap up his tired face in your hair
And he hands you the apple core
Then he touches your lips now so suddenly bare
Of all the kisses some time before
And he gave you a German shepherd to walk
With a collar of leather and mail
And he never once made you explain or talk
With all the little details
Such as who had the word and who had the lock
And who had you through the mail
Now your love is a secret all over the block
And it never stops, not even when your master fails
And he took you up in his aeroplane
Which he flew without any hands
And you cruised above the river of rain
That drove the clouds from the sand
But he kills the last and the lonely thing
And he hates the angel glance
He erased the final wisps of fame
With a musical robin
And now I hear your master sing
You kneel for him to come
His body is a golden string
That your body is hanging from
His body is a golden string
My body is going numb
And now you hear your master sing
Your shirt is all undone
And will you kneel beside this bed
That he polished so long ago
Before your master chose this bed
To make my bed of snow?
Your eyes are wild, your knuckles are red
And you're speaking far too low
Now I can't make out what your master said
Before he made you go
And I think you're playing far too rough
For a lady who's been to the moon
I've lain by this window long enough
To get used to an empty room
And your love is some dust in an old man's cuff
Who's tapping his foot to a tuneAnd your ties are right
You want so much
Let's say come back
Sometimes too soon
And I loved your master perfectly
And I taught him all that he knew
He was starving in his own deep misery
Like a man who is sure it is true
And I said to him with my guarantee
I could teach him something new
And I taught him how he would long for me
No matter what you sing
No matter what you do
I believe that you heard your master sing
When I was in the sick in bed
I'm sure that he told you everything
That I keep locked away in my head
Your master did your traveling
Or at least that's what he said
And now do you come back to bring your prisoner
One in bed