Paroles et traduction Jay Chou - 爺爺泡的茶 (Live)

爺爺泡的茶 (Live)

爺爺泡的茶 有一種味道叫做家
陸羽泡的茶 聽說名和利都不拿
爺爺泡的茶 有一種味道叫做家
陸羽泡的茶 像幅潑墨的山水畫

山泉 在地表蜿蜒
从很久很久以前
我有一张稚气的脸
泉水渗透进矿层岩
爷爷栽种的樟木树苗在上面

犹记得那年 在一个雨天
那七岁的我躲在屋檐
却一直想去荡秋千
爷爷抽着烟
说唐朝陆羽写茶经三卷
流传了千年

那天 我翻阅字典
查什么字眼 形容一件事 很遥远
天边 是否在海角对面
直到九岁才知道浪费时间

这茶桌樟木的横切面
年轮有二十三圈
镜头的另一边跳接我成熟的脸
经过这些年 爷爷的手茧
泡在水里会有茶色蔓延

爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
没法挑剔它 口感味觉还不差
陆羽泡的茶 听说名和利都不拿
他牵着一匹瘦马走天涯
爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
他满头白发 喝茶时不准说话
陆羽泡的茶 像幅泼墨的山水画
唐朝千年的风沙 现在还在刮

千年 那天 我翻阅字典
查什么字眼 形容一件事 很遥远
天边 是否在海角对面
直到九岁才知道浪费时间

这茶桌樟木的横切面
年轮有二十三圈
镜头的另一边跳接我成熟的脸
经过这些年 爷爷的手茧
泡在水里会有茶色蔓延

爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
没法挑剔它 口感味觉还不差
陆羽泡的茶 听说名和利都不拿
他牵着一匹瘦马走天涯
爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
他满头白发 喝茶时不准说话
陆羽泡的茶 像幅泼墨的山水画
唐朝千年的风沙 现在还在刮

爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
没法挑剔它 口感味觉还不差
陆羽泡的茶 听说名和利都不拿
他牵着一匹瘦马走天涯
爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
他满头白发 喝茶时不准说话
陆羽泡的茶 像幅泼墨的山水画
唐朝千年的风沙 现在还在刮

爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
陆羽泡的茶 像幅泼墨的山水画
现在还在刮

Grandpa's Tea (Live)

Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, my dear.
Lu Yu's tea, they say, sought neither fame nor gain.
Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, my dear.
Lu Yu's tea, like a splashed-ink landscape painting so clear.

Mountain spring, meandering on the earth's face,
From long, long ago, in a time and a space,
I had a childish face, full of innocent grace,
Spring water seeped into the mineral-rich rock's embrace,
Grandpa's camphor tree saplings grew in that place.

I still remember that year, on a rainy day's track,
Seven-year-old me, hiding under the eaves' slack,
But I longed to swing on the swing, way back,
Grandpa, smoking his pipe, with a gentle crack,
Said Lu Yu of Tang wrote three volumes on tea's knack,
Passed down for a millennium, never turning back.

That day, I flipped through the dictionary's art,
Searching for words to describe something so far apart,
Is the horizon across the ocean, a world apart, my heart?
Until nine, I didn't know wasting time was a dark art.

This tea table, camphor wood's cross-section shows,
Twenty-three rings, like time's gentle flows,
The other side of the lens, my mature face bestows,
Through all these years, Grandpa's calloused hand bestows,
Soaked in water, the tea's color gently grows.

Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, you see,
Can't fault its taste, the flavor's good to me,
Lu Yu's tea, they say, sought neither fame nor fee,
He led a thin horse, roaming wild and free,
Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, truly,
His hair white as snow, no talking while drinking tea,
Lu Yu's tea, like a splashed-ink landscape, wild and glee,
A thousand years of Tang Dynasty wind, still blows for you and me.

A thousand years, that day, I searched the dictionary's lore,
For words to describe something distant, evermore,
Is the horizon across the ocean, on a far-off shore?
Until nine, I didn't know wasting time, what it was for.

This tea table, camphor wood's cross-section reveals,
Twenty-three rings, like time's turning wheels,
The other side of the lens, my mature face appeals,
Through all these years, Grandpa's calloused hand feels,
Soaked in water, the tea's color gently steals.

Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, my sweet,
Can't fault its taste, a comforting treat,
Lu Yu's tea, they say, sought no worldly feat,
He led a thin horse, with wandering feet,
Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, complete,
His hair white as snow, no talking while we meet,
Lu Yu's tea, like a splashed-ink painting, so neat,
A thousand years of Tang Dynasty wind, can't be beat.

Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, it's true,
Can't fault its taste, a comforting brew,
Lu Yu's tea, they say, he bid the world adieu,
He led a thin horse, under the sky so blue,
Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, for me and you,
His hair white as snow, no talking, just a gentle coo,
Lu Yu's tea, like a splashed-ink painting, anew,
A thousand years of Tang Dynasty wind, still blowing through.

Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, so dear,
Lu Yu's tea, like a splashed-ink painting, so clear,
Still blowing here.