Paroles et traduction Lu1 feat. 文智涌 - 风 tempest

风 tempest

从他们翕动的嘴里 你听到了声音
那里有语言的雏形
有不少生硬的文和字 或很勉强的比方 你听不清
像阵风 来自很远的地方

仔细听 他们一腔腔的话
落在一张张的纸上 变成一章一行的字
和字之间塞满了意识 填满了形态
提醒人们的拳头攥紧或松

衣服灌进了风 他们说起了故事
里面充满了象征 在穿针引线里织出一面旗
挥舞着手势和符号 渐渐建立了队伍
都留了点胡子 也丢过些东西

都固执己见 也组织起思想
话语的锋芒变得有所指向 他们拾起军号
气盛地吹出 漂亮的文字
吹出 雕像的不朽
吹出 嘹亮的风

衣服灌进了风 他们变得寡言
文字里有谦逊 还是时间让他们发现所有发现都是重复的
都担心失言 曾桀骜什么都容不下的眼里
只担心数字

都物是人非了
曾经纯粹的 都显得人为了
他们拾起军号 试图再次吹出 漂亮的文字
吹出 雕像的不朽
吹出 嘹亮的风

Wind tempest

From their quivering mouths you hear the sound
There is the rudiment of language
There is much harsh writing and words or very strained comparison you can't hear
Like a gust of wind from a faraway place

Listen carefully to their passionate words
Falling on sheets of paper and turning into words and lines
Between the words are stuffed consciousness and filled with form
Reminding people to clench or loosen their fists

The wind filled their clothes and they started to tell stories
Full of symbolism, they wove a flag through the thread
Waving gestures and symbols, they gradually established a team
All with a little beard, also lost some things

All stubborn, also organized ideas
The锋芒 of speech becomes somewhat pointed, they pick up the bugle
Blowing out pretty words with vigour
Blowing out the immortality of the statue
Blowing out the bright wind

The clothes are filled with wind, they become寡言
There is modesty in the text, or time makes them discover that all discoveries are repeated
All worried about失言, once indomitable in the eyes of what can't be accommodated
Only worry about numbers

All things are different now
What used to be pure seem so artificial
They pick up the bugle and try to blow out beautiful words again
Blowing out the immortality of the statue
Blowing out the bright wind