Paroles et traduction 張清芳 - 我是男子汉

我是男子汉

（白）在梦里有个地方，红叶森林的牧场。
我没听见有人吹着，一首歌叫雨夜花。
已经忘了这首歌，它到底在说些什么。
雨很美夜很凉花很香。
那时树林里花儿纷飞 那时树林里花儿纷飞
山风溪水篝篝炊烟热汤木桌缺了谁
鸟叫虫鸣鸣声言语何苦惹是是非非
*山风溪水篝篝炊烟热汤木桌别喝醉
就算醉有了我你更陶醉
你说我太傻人生本匆忙 花儿身上插挥挥衣袖吧
我不想要历经沧桑
陶醉梦里紧抓不放给我好吗
山风溪水篝篝炊烟热汤木桌缺了谁
不要笑我梦的太美梦里等着你来陪
*山风溪水篝篝炊烟热汤木桌别喝醉
就算醉有了我你更陶醉

昨夜梦里有个地方红叶森林的牧场
隐约听见有人吹着一首歌叫雨夜花
雨夜花花雨夜夜里花儿明白谁
你说我太傻人生本匆忙 花儿身上插挥挥衣袖吧
我不想要历经沧桑
陶醉梦里紧抓不放给我好吗
山风溪水篝篝炊烟热汤木桌缺了谁
不要笑我梦的太美梦里等着你来陪
*山风溪水篝篝炊烟热汤木桌别喝醉
就算醉有了我你更陶醉
昨夜梦里有个地方红叶森林的牧场
隐约听见有人吹着一首歌叫雨夜花
雨夜花花雨夜夜里花儿明白谁

I'm a Man

—(Narration) In a dream there was a place, the pasture of a crimson forest.
I didn't hear anyone play a song called "Rainy Night Flower".
I've already forgotten the song, I wonder what it was about.
The rain is beautiful, the night is cool, the flowers are fragrant.
Back then, the flowers in the forest were scattered by the wind, The flowers in the forest were scattered by the wind.
The mountain breeze, the stream, the campfire, the cooking smoke, the warm broth, the wooden table. Who's missing?
The birds sing, the insects chirp, their voices are like gossip. Why bother with right and wrong?
*Mountain wind, stream, campfire, cooking smoke, warm broth, wooden table, don't get drunk.
Even if you're drunk, with me you'll be even more intoxicated.
You say I'm foolish, life is fleeting, the flowers are just to be admired, wave your sleeves and leave.
I don't want to experience the ups and downs of life.
Can you let me be intoxicated in my dreams and hold on to them tightly?
The mountain breeze, the stream, the campfire, the cooking smoke, the warm broth, the wooden table. Who's missing?
Don't laugh at me for dreaming too beautifully. I'm waiting for you to come and accompany me in my dreams.
*Mountain wind, stream, campfire, cooking smoke, warm broth, wooden table, don't get drunk.
Even if you're drunk, with me you'll be even more intoxicated.

In my dream last night there was a place, the pasture of a crimson forest.
I vaguely heard someone playing a song called "Rainy Night Flower".
Rainy Night Flower, in the rain and the night, who understands the flower?
You say I'm foolish, life is fleeting, the flowers are just to be admired, wave your sleeves and leave.
I don't want to experience the ups and downs of life.
Can you let me be intoxicated in my dreams and hold on to them tightly?
The mountain breeze, the stream, the campfire, the cooking smoke, the warm broth, the wooden table. Who's missing?
Don't laugh at me for dreaming too beautifully. I'm waiting for you to come and accompany me in my dreams.
*Mountain wind, stream, campfire, cooking smoke, warm broth, wooden table, don't get drunk.
Even if you're drunk, with me you'll be even more intoxicated.
In my dream last night there was a place, the pasture of a crimson forest.
I vaguely heard someone playing a song called "Rainy Night Flower".
Rainy Night Flower, in the rain and the night, who understands the flower?