不打祥的店 - 林宇中 Übersetzung ins Englische

不打祥的店

不打祥的店
欢迎您

任夜市将我收留在人来人往
爱你被高高挂在每一个路边摊
出卖了我还离不开这个招牌
买到整夜的孤单
任捷运载我到没有你的地方
才发觉原来你永远都在下一站
想起的速度总比忘掉快半秒
还没赶上就疯掉(泪驾着回忆在奔跑)
天要亮了心绕你脸孔一圈(找不到接点)
你和我之间未紧贴就遥远(再也看不见)
说爱我的声音转到谁耳边
叫他也失眠 走我走过的街
你却是永不打烊酌店

任夜市将我收留在人来人往
爱你被高高挂在每一个路边摊
出卖了我还离不开这个招牌
买到整夜的孤单
任捷运载我到没有你的地方
才发觉原来你永远都在下一站
想起的速度总比忘掉快半秒
还没赶上就疯掉(泪驾着回忆在奔跑)
天要亮了心绕你脸孔一圈(找不到接点)
你和我之间未紧贴就遥远(再也看不见)
说爱我的声音转到谁耳边
叫他也失眠 走我走过的街
你却是永不打烊酌店

(泪驾着回忆在奔跑)
天要亮了心绕你脸孔一圈(找不到接点)
你和我之间未紧贴就遥远(再也看不见)
说爱我的声音转到谁耳边
叫他也失眠 走我走过的街
你却是永不打烊酌店

The Shop of Ill Omen

The Shop of Ill Omen
Welcomes You

The night market takes me in among the throng
Your love, strung high above every street stall
Traitors, yet I cling to this sign
Buying a night of solitude
The MRT whisks me away to a place without you
Only to realize you're always at the next stop
The speed of remembrance, half a second faster than forgetting
Not fast enough, I'm going mad (Tears gallop on memory's trail)
As dawn approaches, my mind traces your features (Finding no connection)
Between us, no closeness, only distance (No longer visible)
Those words of love, spoken into whose ear?
May they also suffer insomnia, walking the streets like me
You remain the tavern that never closes

The night market takes me in among the throng
Your love, strung high above every street stall
Traitors, yet I cling to this sign
Buying a night of solitude
The MRT whisks me away to a place without you
Only to realize you're always at the next stop
The speed of remembrance, half a second faster than forgetting
Not fast enough, I'm going mad (Tears gallop on memory's trail)
As dawn approaches, my mind traces your features (Finding no connection)
Between us, no closeness, only distance (No longer visible)
Those words of love, spoken into whose ear?
May they also suffer insomnia, walking the streets like me
You remain the tavern that never closes

(Tears gallop on memory's trail)
As dawn approaches, my mind traces your features (Finding no connection)
Between us, no closeness, only distance (No longer visible)
Those words of love, spoken into whose ear?
May they also suffer insomnia, walking the streets like me
You remain the tavern that never closes