夜的第七章 - Jay Chou Übersetzung ins Englische

夜的第七章

1983年小巷12月晴朗 夜的第七章
打字機繼續推向 接近事實的那下一行
石楠煙斗的霧 飄向枯萎的樹
沉默的對我 哭訴

貝克街旁的圓形廣場 盔甲騎士臂上
鳶尾花的徽章 微亮
無人馬車聲響 深夜的拜訪
邪惡在維多利亞的月光下 血色的開場

消失的手槍 焦黑的手杖 融化的蠟像
誰不在場 珠寶箱上 符號的假象
矛盾通往他堆砌的死巷 證據被完美埋葬
那嘲弄蘇格蘭警場 的嘴角上揚

如果邪惡 是華麗殘酷的樂章 (那麼正義是深沉無奈的惆悵)
它的終場 我會親手寫上 (那我就點亮在灰燼中的微光)
晨曦的光 風乾最後一行憂傷 (那麼雨滴 會洗淨黑暗的高牆)
黑色的墨 染上安詳（散場燈關上 紅色的布幕下降)

事實只能穿向 沒有腳印的土壤
突兀的細微花香 刻意顯眼的服裝
每個人為不同的理由戴著面具說謊
動機也只有一種名字 那叫做慾望

Far-farther-farther-far-far
Ther-ther-far-farther-far-far
越過人性的沼澤 誰真的可以不被弄髒
我們可以 遺忘 原諒 但必須知道真相
被移動過的鐵床 那最後一塊圖終於拼上

我聽見腳步聲 預料的軟皮鞋跟
他推開門晚風晃了煤油燈 一陣
打字機停在兇手的名稱 我轉身
西敏寺的夜空 開始沸騰

在胸口綻放 艷麗的死亡
我品嚐這最後一口 甜美的真相
微笑回想正義只是 安靜的伸張
提琴在泰晤士

如果邪惡 是華麗殘酷的樂章 (腳步聲預料的軟皮鞋跟 他推開門晚風晃了煤油燈一陣)
它的終場 我會親手寫上 (打字機停在兇手的名稱我轉身 西敏寺的夜空 開始沸騰)

黑色的墨 染上安詳

如果邪惡 是華麗殘酷的樂章
它的終場 我會 親手寫上
晨曦的光 風乾最後一行憂傷
黑色的墨 染上安詳

Chapter Seven of the Night

1983, a December night, clear and bright, Chapter Seven of the Night
The typewriter's keys press on, nearing the truth's next line, my love
Smoke from the briar pipe drifts towards the withered tree, darling
Silently to me, it weeps, sweetheart

Beside Baker Street, in the circular square, upon the armored knight's arm, my dear
The fleur-de-lis emblem, faintly gleaming, my love
A horseless carriage's sound, a late-night visit, darling
Evil, under Victoria's moonlight, a bloody curtain rise, sweetheart

The vanished pistol, the charred cane, the melting wax figure, my dear
Who is absent? On the jewel box, a symbolic illusion, my love
Contradictions lead to his constructed dead end, the evidence perfectly buried, darling
Mocking Scotland Yard, the corners of his mouth rise, sweetheart

If evil is a华丽 cruel movement (then justice is a deep and helpless melancholy), my dear
Its finale, I will write with my own hand (then I will ignite the glimmer in the ashes), my love
The dawn's light dries the last line of sorrow (then raindrops will wash the dark high walls clean), darling
Black ink stains with serenity (house lights dim, the red curtain falls), sweetheart

Truth can only tread upon soil without footprints, my dear
A sudden, subtle floral fragrance, deliberately conspicuous clothing, my love
Everyone wears a mask of lies for different reasons, darling
But motive has only one name, and it's called desire, sweetheart

Far-farther-farther-far-far, my dear
Ther-ther-far-farther-far-far, my love
Across the swamp of humanity, who can truly remain untainted, darling
We can forget, forgive, but we must know the truth, sweetheart
The moved iron bed, the final piece of the puzzle finally fits, my dear

I hear footsteps, the expected soft leather heels, my love
He pushes open the door, the evening breeze flickers the kerosene lamp, a gust, darling
The typewriter stops on the murderer's name, I turn, sweetheart
Westminster's night sky begins to boil, my dear

Blooming on my chest, a beautiful death, my love
I savor this last taste of sweet truth, darling
Smiling, I recall, justice is only a quiet assertion, sweetheart
Violins on the Thames, my dear

If evil is a magnificent cruel movement (footsteps, the expected soft leather heels, he pushes the door, the evening breeze flickers the kerosene lamp), my love
Its finale, I will write with my own hand (the typewriter stops at the murderer's name, I turn around, the night sky of Westminster Abbey begins to boil), darling

Black ink stains with serenity, sweetheart

If evil is a magnificent cruel movement, my dear
Its finale, I will write with my own hand, my love
The dawn's light dries the last line of sorrow, darling
Black ink stains with serenity, sweetheart