Lyrics and translation 鄭秀文 - 我不是歌手

我不是歌手

唱到最歇斯底裡 大石亦被我打動
你卻似路過觀眾 不懂愛情的痛
更有勇氣的表現 可惜只得零作用
你尷尬望我一眼 望穿心裡空洞

傻人傻頭傻腦 買力為你唱歌 等你零星心動
詞人填詞填到 字字直插我心 只有你不懂

我唱歌不感動吧 我唱歌不催淚吧
內心的掙扎 殘留歌中聽見嗎
我唱得很不像話 你至少可講大話
在分開一剎 你可以扮凝重嗎

姑且體貼到我竭力地為你聲沙
若是略有愛過我的話 一雙眼神震蕩一下

怕唱到最尾一句 絕望便沒法躲避
斷了氣就算凄美 不足以留低你
你聽覺喪失知覺 聽不清楚我悲喜
我似著對了空氣 感覺什麼滋味

為何無言無語 面上內咎也許牽涉太多演技
為何詞窮窮到 剩下抹煞我的一句對不起

我唱歌不感動吧 我唱歌不催淚吧
內心的掙扎 殘留歌中聽見嗎
我唱得很不像話 你至少可講大話
在分開一剎 你可以扮凝重嗎

姑且體貼到我竭力地為你聲沙
若是略有愛過我的話 歌曲煽情未明白嗎

我唱歌不感動吧 我唱歌不催淚吧
內心的掙扎 殘留歌中聽見嗎
我唱得很真實吧 你跟她很曖昧吧
在燈火普照 你只有扮沉默嗎

姑且體貼到我竭力地為你聲沙
又念及我對你放不下 總可偶然煽情一下
對嗎

I'm Not a Singer

I sang until I became hysterical, and even the big stone was moved by me,
But you seem like a passerby, not understanding the pain of love.
A performance with even more courage, but sadly, it had zero effect.
You looked at me awkwardly, seeing through the emptiness in my heart.

Being foolish and simple-minded, I bought the strength to sing for you, waiting for your sporadic heartbeats.
The lyricist wrote lyrics that pierced my heart with every word, but only you don't understand.

My singing doesn't move you, does it? My singing doesn't bring tears, does it?
Can you hear the struggles of my heart in the lingering song?
My singing is terrible, but you could at least say something nice.
Can you at least pretend to be serious when we part?

At least be considerate of my hoarse voice from singing my heart out for you.
If you had ever loved me even a little, your eyes would have flickered.

I'm afraid that when I sing the last line, there will be no escape from despair.
Even if I die tragically, it won't be enough to keep you.
Your hearing is gone, and you can't understand my joy or sorrow.
It's like I'm singing to the air, and I wonder what it feels like.

Why are you speechless? Perhaps your guilty expression involves too much acting.
Why are you so poor in words that you can only dismiss me with an "I'm sorry"?

My singing doesn't move you, does it? My singing doesn't bring tears, does it?
Can you hear the struggles of my heart in the lingering song?
My singing is terrible, but you could at least say something nice.
Can you at least pretend to be serious when we part?

At least be considerate of my hoarse voice from singing my heart out for you.
If you had ever loved me even a little, would you not have understood the sentiment of the song?

My singing doesn't move you, does it? My singing doesn't bring tears, does it?
Can you hear the struggles of my heart in the lingering song?
My singing is sincere, isn't it? You're ambiguous with her, aren't you?
Under the bright lights, can you only pretend to be silent?

At least be considerate of my hoarse voice from singing my heart out for you.
And remember that I can't let you go, so can't you sometimes be a little sentimental?
Right?