Paroles et traduction 周杰倫 - 夜的第七章

夜的第七章

1983年小巷12月晴朗
夜的第七章
打字机继续推向
接近事实的那下一行
石楠烟斗的雾 飘向枯萎的树
沉默的对我哭诉
贝克街旁的圆形广场
盔甲骑士臂上
鸢尾花的徽章 微亮
无人马车声响
深夜的拜访
邪恶 在维多利亚的月光下
血色的开场
消失的手枪 焦黑的手杖 融化的蜡像
谁不在场 珠宝箱上 符号的假象
矛盾通往 他堆砌的死巷
证据被完美埋葬
那嘲弄苏格兰警场 的嘴角上扬
女声：如果邪恶是华丽残酷的乐章
（那么正义是深沉无奈的惆怅）
女声：它的终场我会亲手写上
（那我就点亮在灰烬中的微光）
女声：晨曦的光 风干最后一行忧伤
（那么雨滴 会洗净黑暗的高墙）
女声：黑色的墨 染上安详
（散场灯关上 红色的布幕下降）
事实只能穿向 没有脚印的土壤
突兀的细微花香 刻意显眼的服装
每个人为不同的理由戴着面具说谎
动机也只有一种名字那叫做欲望
Far-farther-farther-far-far
Ther-farther-farther-far-far
越过人性的沼泽 谁真的可以不被弄脏
我们可以 遗忘 原谅
但必须知道真相
被移动过的铁床
到最后一块图终于拼上
我听见脚步声 预料的软皮鞋跟
他推开门晚风晃了煤油灯一阵
打字机停在凶手的名称我转身
西敏寺的夜空 开始沸腾
在胸口绽放 艳丽的死亡
我品尝这最后一口甜美的真相
微笑回想正义只是安静的伸张
提琴在泰晤士
女声：如果邪恶是华丽残酷的乐章
（脚步声预料的软皮鞋跟）
（他推开门晚风晃了煤油灯一阵）
女声：它的终场我会亲手写上
（打字机停在凶手的名称我转身）
（西敏寺的夜空 开始沸腾）
女声：黑色的墨 染上安详
如果邪恶是华丽残酷的乐章
它的终场我会亲手写上
晨曦的光 风干最后一行忧伤
黑色的墨 染上安详

Night's Seventh Chapter

December clear in 1983 alley 12
Chapter seven of the night
The typewriter continues towards
The next line that is approaching the truth
The mist of a briar pipe floats to the withered tree
Silently, lamenting to me
Circular square by Baker Street
Armour knight's badge on the arm
Iris flower's badge dimly lit
Sound of an unmanned carriage
Midnight visit
Evil under the moonlight of Victoria
Blood-red opening
Vanished handgun, charred walking cane, melted wax figure
Who is absent, the symbol illusion on the jewelry box
Contradiction leads to his piled up dead end
Evidence perfectly buried
That corner of the mouth that mocked the Scotland Yard
Female voice: If evil is a gorgeous and cruel musical movement
(Then justice is a deep and helpless sorrow)
Female voice: I will personally write its finale
(Then I will light up the faint light in the ashes)
Female voice: The light of dawn dries the last line of sorrow
(Then the raindrops will cleanse the towering wall of darkness)
Female voice: Black ink dyes tranquility
(Stage lights turn off, red curtain drops)
Truth can only penetrate the soil with no footprints
Abrupt delicate fragrance, deliberately conspicuous clothing
Everyone wears a mask, lying for different reasons
Motivation only has one name, that is called desire
Far-farther-farther-far-far
Ther-farther-farther-far-far
Who can truly remain unsoiled after crossing the swamp of humanity
We can forget, forgive
But must know the truth
Iron bed that has been moved
Finally, the last piece of the puzzle fits
I hear the sound of footsteps, the expected soft leather shoes
He pushes open the door, the evening wind sways the kerosene lamp
Typewriter stops at the murderer's name, I turn around
Westminster's night sky starts to boil
It blooms on the chest, gorgeous death
I savor this final mouthful of sweet truth
Smiling, remembering justice is just quietly spreading
Violin on the Thames
Female voice: If evil is a gorgeous and cruel musical movement
(The sound of footsteps, the expected soft leather shoes)
(He pushes open the door, the evening wind sways the kerosene lamp)
Female voice: I will personally write its finale
(Typewriter stops at the murderer's name, I turn around)
(Westminster's night sky starts to boil)
Female voice: Black ink dyes tranquility
If evil is a gorgeous and cruel musical movement
I will personally write its finale
The light of dawn dries the last line of sorrow
Black ink dyes tranquility