The Supermen (Live)

The Supermen (Live) - David Bowie (大卫·鲍伊)

When all the world was very young

And mountain magic heavy hung

The supermen would walk in file

Guardians of a loveless isle

And gloomy browed with superfear

Their tragic endless lives could heave nor sigh

In solemn perverse serenity

Wondrous beings chained to life

Strange games they would play then

No death for the perfect men