A Perfect Indian
sing by Sinead O'Cornner
A Perfect Indian is he
Remembering him life is sweet
Like a weeping willow
His face on my pillow
Comes to me still in my dreams
And there I saw a young baby
A beautiful daughter was she
A face from a painting
Red cheeks and teeth aching
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea
On a table in her yellow dress
For a photograph feigned happiness
Why in my life is that the only time
That any of you will smile at me
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
I've come for my self to retrieve
Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children
And there's only one way to be free
He's shy and he speaks quietly
He's gentle and he seems to me
Like the elf-arrow
His face worn and harrowed
Is he a daydreamer like me
我曾经航行7个海洋去寻找我的爱,
曾经,我为他而唱了700首歌.
呵,是的,我还需要行走7000公里
直到找到我属于的那个人
我将在每一个独自为爱停留的夜晚里梳理我的思绪
我将逝去,当我鲁鲎詈竽前说挠锞?
当一切因果最终来临:
死亡来临时我向月亮祈祷
祈祷那里会有更加美好的明天.
我曾经跨越七条大河为了寻找我的爱,
曾经，在七年的时间里我忘记了我的名字
厚厚,也许我还需要死亡七次
才能够躺在温暖的臂弯里安睡.
我将梳理我的思绪
在每一个独自为爱停留的夜晚里
我将逝去,当我吐出最后那哀伤的语句.
当一切因果来临
死亡来临时我对着月亮祈祷
祈祷那里会有更加美好的明天
我梦到最后的那个夜里，
他静静地向我走来
他问“我的爱，你为什么哭泣?”
只这一句,我的人生不再因浩瀚而孤独.
直到我们共同安眠在冰冷的墓穴中。
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