Lyrics and translation 陳珊妮 - 乘噴射機離去

乘噴射機離去

總會遇見這麼一個人的有一天
隔鄰的桌子 陰暗的小酒館
陌生的語言當中 筆直的對角線
分別屬於完全相反的象限

有這麼一個人 放下行囊
耐心的用餐巾折疊船隻和女人
非常之精緻無聊的餐巾
這樣一個人 和我
沒有任何明顯的理由
在同一個屋子裡
傾斜的影子遠遠的守著
在偶然的移動間會合
落在一個羅馬尼亞人的皮鞋上

羅馬尼亞人的鬍疵似雪
革命後的第三場雪 如此不夠
遠處遊行的行列走過
七支鼓錘興奮激昂的斷裂

何人縫製的鼓 春天裡那樣強烈
可怖的貞潔
啊蜻蜓蜻蜓飛了出去 舞者走進來
無話可說的人繼續喝茶
黃昏裡一聲嘆息
沿著溫暖的空氣傳遞
應該是無意的但也不妨
一些瞭解 一些能量不滅
遇見這個人 會的 總有一天

可能 非常可能
在彼此憂患的眼睛裡
善意的略過 無法多做什麼
四下突然安靜
唯剩一支通俗明白的歌

乘噴射機離去
哼著哼著 想讓自己隨意的悲傷
在淺薄的歌詞裡 得到教訓

你知道有一張郵票
自從離開集郵冊 就再也不曾回去
有一個蓋子遺棄了它的鍋
我想把你的地址寫在沙灘上
把你留在我的睡袋裡
在睡前玩一遍填字遊戲
藏匿你 在我的書包裡
連同一本新編好的詩集
連同我的登山鞋 望遠鏡和潛水艇
我對世界 最初的期待 我秘密的愛

當所有的花都遺忘了你睡著的臉
星群在我等速飛行時驚呼墜落
最後的足跡被混淆消滅
風把書本吹開 第8頁第9行
事情就是這樣決定了
決定了 句點下面

淺淺的西瓜漬 西瓜生長在沙地裡
在最炎熱時成熟爆裂
如同你曾經之於我
如同水壺在爐火中噗噗燒開

是的 這麼 一個人
有一天 忽然我完全明白
和他我們在各自的不同的象限裡
孤單的 無限的 擴大 衰老 死掉
永遠永遠 不能夠交會

沮喪的中國女子散步回來
坐在窗前練習法文會話
這是一匹馬呢？或是這是一頂草帽？
這是一枚砲彈 砲彈在黎巴嫩落下
激烈的改革者 溫馴的回家吃晚飯
等邊三角形切過圓的時候
雞和兔子不明白
為什麼牠們會在同一個籠子裡 而且
郵局在銀行的對面 在醫院的左邊
河水在橋下流過 人在橋上走

我們是否可以放任自己
在會話裡 在銀行的對面
在橋上走 或者 乘噴射機離去

回到開始陰暗的小酒館
陌生的語言 羅馬尼亞人遊行行列
會的 總有一天 完全可能
有人讀到這裡 有人會問我
你是鼓還是鼓錘？
唉那是愚笨的問題
而且那不是我的意思
我只想說我可能遇到的一個人
一開始我是誠心誠意的
而且是悲傷的
但後來事情有了變化
事情總有一些變化

有一天 可能 非常可能
有一天 可能 非常可能

Jet Departure

One day, I'll meet a person like this
At the next table of a dim-lit tavern
A straight diagonal line across languages we don't know
Belonging to completely opposite quadrants

There's a person like this, putting down his bags
Patiently folding napkins into ships and women
Exquisitely boring napkins
A person like this and I
For no apparent reason
Are in the same room
Slanted shadows keeping a distance
Meeting up at random intervals
Falling onto the shoes of a Romanian

The Romanian has a beard as white as snow
The third snowfall after the revolution, still not enough
A distant marching procession passing by
Seven drumsticks snapping with excitement and passion

Who sewed the drums that beat so strongly in spring?
Fearsome chastity
Oh dragonfly, you flew out, and the dancer walked in
The speechless one continues to drink tea
A sigh in the dusk
Carried along the warm air
Unintentional, perhaps, but it doesn't matter
Some understanding, some indestructible energy
I'll meet this person, I will, one day

Maybe, very likely
In each other's anxious eyes
A kind glance, unable to do more
Silence suddenly descends
Only a clear and simple song remains

Jet departure
Humming and humming, wanting to let myself grieve at will
Learning my lesson in shallow lyrics

You know there is a stamp
That has never returned to its album since it left
A lid has abandoned its pot
I want to write your address on the beach
Keep you in my sleeping bag
Play a game of crossword before sleep
Hide you in my schoolbag
Along with a newly edited book of poems
My hiking boots, telescope, and submarine
My initial hopes for the world, my secret love

When all the flowers have forgotten your sleeping face
Constellations fall in shock as I fly at the same speed
The final footprints are confounded and erased
The wind blows open the book, page 8, line 9
That's how things are decided
Decided, below the period

Faint watermelon stains, watermelons grow in the sand
Ripening and bursting in the hottest weather
Just like you once were to me
Like a kettle boiling on the stove

Yes, a person like this
One day, I suddenly understand completely
He and I are in our respective different quadrants
Lonely, infinite, expanding, aging, dying
Never, ever able to meet

A frustrated Chinese woman walks back from her stroll
Sits by the window practicing French conversation
Is this a horse? Or is this a straw hat?
This is a shell, a shell that fell in Lebanon
A fierce reformer goes home to a tame dinner
When an equilateral triangle cuts through a circle
The chicken and the rabbit don't understand
Why they are in the same cage, and
The post office is opposite the bank, to the left of the hospital
The river flows under the bridge, people walk on the bridge

Can we let ourselves go
In conversations, opposite the bank
Walking on bridges, or on a jet departure

Back to the dim-lit tavern where it all began
Foreign languages, a Romanian, a marching procession
It will happen, one day, very likely
Someone will read this, someone will ask me
Are you the drum or the drumstick?
Oh, such a silly question
And that's not what I meant
I just wanted to talk about a person I might meet
I was sincere at first
And sad
But things changed later
Things always change

One day, maybe, very likely
One day, maybe, very likely