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She smiled | |
她微笑着 | |
Leapt, without looking | |
跳下去,闭着眼 | |
And tumbled into the Seine | |
踉踉跄跄地走入塞纳河 | |
The water was freezing | |
水冷得像冰 | |
She spent a month sneezing | |
她一整个月都在打喷嚏 | |
But said she would do it again | |
但她说自己一点也不后悔 | |
Here's to the ones who dream | |
这首歌献给那些还会做梦的人 | |
Foolish as they may seem | |
他们也许看起来很愚蠢 | |
Here's to the hearts that ache | |
献给那些会疼痛的心 | |
Here's to the mess we make | |
献给我们制造的麻烦 | |
She captured a feeling | |
她抓住了一个感觉 | |
Sky with no ceiling | |
没有天花板的天空 | |
The sunset inside a frame | |
画框里的落日 | |
She lived in her liquor | |
她生活在酒精里 | |
And died with a flicker | |
像闪电一样离世 | |
I'll always remember the flame | |
但我会永远记住她留下的烈焰 | |
Here's to the ones who dream | |
这首歌献给那些还会做梦的人 | |
Foolish as they may seem | |
他们也许看起来很愚蠢 | |
Here's to the hearts that ache | |
献给那些会疼痛的心 | |
Here's to the mess we make | |
献给我们制造的麻烦 | |
She told me: | |
她曾告诉我 | |
"A bit of madness is key | |
秘诀就是要用一丁点的疯狂 | |
To give us new colors to see | |
让我们看见新的色彩 | |
Who knows where it will lead us? | |
没有人知道它会将我们导向何处 | |
And that's why they need us | |
而这就是他们需要我们的原因" | |
So bring on the rebels | |
再多一些创新者吧 | |
The ripples from pebbles | |
更多卵石激起的层层涟漪 | |
The painters, and poets, and plays | |
更多画家、诗人和话剧 | |
And here's to the fools who dream | |
这首歌献给那些还会做梦的人 | |
Crazy as they may seem | |
他们也许看起来很愚蠢 | |
Here's to the hearts that break | |
献给那些破碎的心 | |
Here's to the mess we make | |
献给我们制造的麻烦 |
zuo qu : wu | |
zuo ci : wu | |
She smiled | |
ta wei xiao zhe | |
Leapt, without looking | |
tiao xia qu, bi zhuo yan | |
And tumbled into the Seine | |
liang liang qiang qiang di zou ru sai na he | |
The water was freezing | |
shui leng de xiang bing | |
She spent a month sneezing | |
ta yi zheng ge yue dou zai da pen ti | |
But said she would do it again | |
dan ta shuo zi ji yi dian ye bu hou hui | |
Here' s to the ones who dream | |
zhe shou ge xian gei nei xie hai hui zuo meng de ren | |
Foolish as they may seem | |
ta men ye xu kan qi lai hen yu chun | |
Here' s to the hearts that ache | |
xian gei nei xie hui teng tong de xin | |
Here' s to the mess we make | |
xian gei wo men zhi zao de ma fan | |
She captured a feeling | |
ta zhua zhu le yi ge gan jue | |
Sky with no ceiling | |
mei you tian hua ban de tian kong | |
The sunset inside a frame | |
hua kuang li de luo ri | |
She lived in her liquor | |
ta sheng huo zai jiu jing li | |
And died with a flicker | |
xiang shan dian yi yang li shi | |
I' ll always remember the flame | |
dan wo hui yong yuan ji zhu ta liu xia de lie yan | |
Here' s to the ones who dream | |
zhe shou ge xian gei nei xie hai hui zuo meng de ren | |
Foolish as they may seem | |
ta men ye xu kan qi lai hen yu chun | |
Here' s to the hearts that ache | |
xian gei nei xie hui teng tong de xin | |
Here' s to the mess we make | |
xian gei wo men zhi zao de ma fan | |
She told me: | |
ta ceng gao su wo | |
" A bit of madness is key | |
mi jue jiu shi yao yong yi ding dian de feng kuang | |
To give us new colors to see | |
rang wo men kan jian xin de se cai | |
Who knows where it will lead us? | |
mei you ren zhi dao ta hui jiang wo men dao xiang he chu | |
And that' s why they need us | |
er zhe jiu shi ta men xu yao wo men de yuan yin" | |
So bring on the rebels | |
zai duo yi xie chuang xin zhe ba | |
The ripples from pebbles | |
geng duo luan shi ji qi de ceng ceng lian yi | |
The painters, and poets, and plays | |
geng duo hua jia shi ren he hua ju | |
And here' s to the fools who dream | |
zhe shou ge xian gei nei xie hai hui zuo meng de ren | |
Crazy as they may seem | |
ta men ye xu kan qi lai hen yu chun | |
Here' s to the hearts that break | |
xian gei nei xie po sui de xin | |
Here' s to the mess we make | |
xian gei wo men zhi zao de ma fan |
zuò qǔ : wú | |
zuò cí : wú | |
She smiled | |
tā wēi xiào zhe | |
Leapt, without looking | |
tiào xià qù, bì zhuó yǎn | |
And tumbled into the Seine | |
liàng liàng qiàng qiàng dì zǒu rù sāi nà hé | |
The water was freezing | |
shuǐ lěng dé xiàng bīng | |
She spent a month sneezing | |
tā yī zhěng gè yuè dōu zài dǎ pēn tì | |
But said she would do it again | |
dàn tā shuō zì jǐ yì diǎn yě bù hòu huǐ | |
Here' s to the ones who dream | |
zhè shǒu gē xiàn gěi nèi xiē hái huì zuò mèng de rén | |
Foolish as they may seem | |
tā men yě xǔ kàn qǐ lái hěn yú chǔn | |
Here' s to the hearts that ache | |
xiàn gěi nèi xiē huì téng tòng de xīn | |
Here' s to the mess we make | |
xiàn gěi wǒ men zhì zào de má fán | |
She captured a feeling | |
tā zhuā zhù le yí gè gǎn jué | |
Sky with no ceiling | |
méi yǒu tiān huā bǎn de tiān kōng | |
The sunset inside a frame | |
huà kuàng lǐ de luò rì | |
She lived in her liquor | |
tā shēng huó zài jiǔ jīng lǐ | |
And died with a flicker | |
xiàng shǎn diàn yí yàng lí shì | |
I' ll always remember the flame | |
dàn wǒ huì yǒng yuǎn jì zhù tā liú xià de liè yàn | |
Here' s to the ones who dream | |
zhè shǒu gē xiàn gěi nèi xiē hái huì zuò mèng de rén | |
Foolish as they may seem | |
tā men yě xǔ kàn qǐ lái hěn yú chǔn | |
Here' s to the hearts that ache | |
xiàn gěi nèi xiē huì téng tòng de xīn | |
Here' s to the mess we make | |
xiàn gěi wǒ men zhì zào de má fán | |
She told me: | |
tā céng gào sù wǒ | |
" A bit of madness is key | |
mì jué jiù shì yào yòng yī dīng diǎn de fēng kuáng | |
To give us new colors to see | |
ràng wǒ men kàn jiàn xīn de sè cǎi | |
Who knows where it will lead us? | |
méi yǒu rén zhī dào tā huì jiāng wǒ men dǎo xiàng hé chǔ | |
And that' s why they need us | |
ér zhè jiù shì tā men xū yào wǒ men de yuán yīn" | |
So bring on the rebels | |
zài duō yī xiē chuàng xīn zhě ba | |
The ripples from pebbles | |
gèng duō luǎn shí jī qǐ de céng céng lián yī | |
The painters, and poets, and plays | |
gèng duō huà jiā shī rén hé huà jù | |
And here' s to the fools who dream | |
zhè shǒu gē xiàn gěi nèi xiē hái huì zuò mèng de rén | |
Crazy as they may seem | |
tā men yě xǔ kàn qǐ lái hěn yú chǔn | |
Here' s to the hearts that break | |
xiàn gěi nèi xiē pò suì de xīn | |
Here' s to the mess we make | |
xiàn gěi wǒ men zhì zào de má fán |