Lyrics and translation 莫文蔚 - 台

台

來 這是祝英台 拍賣的燭台 你看第幾台
來 時間的擂台 你為誰站台 變成打對台

誰搞丟了愛 請到服務台 明明都還在 紛紛已轉台
寂寞生青苔 誰跳上吧台 自己HIGH起來

(Life's but a stage we have our exits and entrances
We strut and fret our hour full of sound and fury)

來 一台接一台 人生大舞台 好戲陸續來
來 一台蓋一台 誰存活下來 爭著上台 捨不得下台

來 南京雨花台 杰倫菊花台 你看哪一台
來 時間的擂台 你為誰站台 變成打對台

誰搞丟了愛 請到服務台 明明都還在 紛紛已轉台
寂寞生青苔 誰跳上吧台 自己HIGH起來

(Life's but a stage we have our exits and entrances
We strut and fret our hour full of sound and fury)

來 一台接一台 人生的月台 往哪個未來
來 管它台不台 花車開過來 爭著上台 捨不得下台

All the world is a stage
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out out, brief candle
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing
Full of wise saws and modern instances
And so he plays his part
And one man in his time plays many parts
They have their exits and their entrances
And all the men and women merely players
A world too wide
And mere oblivion
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything

誰撿到了愛 請到服務台 明明都還在 紛紛已轉台
寂寞生青苔 誰跳上吧台 自己HIGH起來

To-morrow, to-morrow, and to-morrow
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history

來 一台接一台 人生大舞台 好戲陸續來
來 一台蓋一台 誰存活下來 爭著上台 捨不得下台

來 一台接一台 人生購物台 哪裡買到愛
來 管它台不台 花車開過來 爭著上台 捨不得下台

The Stage

Here! This is Zhu Yingtai's auctioned candlestick. Which station are you watching?
Here! On the stage of time, who do you support? Has it become a duel?

Who has lost their love? Please go to the service desk. It's obviously still here, but it has already been changed.
Loneliness grows moss. Who will jump on the bar and cheer themselves up?

(Life's but a stage; we have our exits and entrances.
We strut and fret our hour, full of sound and fury.)

Here! One after another, the stage of life, good shows continue to come.
Here! One after another, who will survive? They fight to get on stage, reluctant to leave.

Here! Nanjing Yuhua Terrace, Jay's Chrysanthemum Terrace. Which station are you watching?
Here! On the stage of time, who do you support? Has it become a duel?

Who has lost their love? Please go to the service desk. It's obviously still here, but it has already been changed.
Loneliness grows moss. Who will jump on the bar and cheer themselves up?

(Life's but a stage; we have our exits and entrances.
We strut and fret our hour, full of sound and fury.)

Here! One after another, the platform of life, to what kind of future?
Here! Who cares about the station? The float comes by, fighting to get on the stage, reluctant to leave.

All the world is a stage.
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury
Signifying nothing
Full of wise saws and modern instances
And so he plays his part
And one man in his time plays many parts
They have their exits and their entrances
And all the men and women merely players
A world too wide
And mere oblivion
Sans teeth, sans eyes, sans taste, sans everything

Who has found love? Please go to the service desk. It's obviously still here, but it has already been changed.
Loneliness grows moss. Who will jump on the bar and cheer themselves up?

To-morrow, to-morrow, and to-morrow
Jealous in honour, sudden and quick in quarrel,
Last scene of all,
That ends this strange eventful history

Here! One after another, the stage of life, good shows continue to come.
Here! One after another, who will survive? They fight to get on stage, reluctant to leave.

Here! One after another, the shopping stage of life, where can I buy love?
Here! Who cares about the station? The float comes by, fighting to get on the stage, reluctant to leave.