Paroles et traduction 彭佳慧 - 太難唱了

太難唱了

冰箱裡留下 爛掉的沙丁魚
沒理由抓起它放進了嘴巴咀嚼
淚流滿面
夜幕它毫不留情 暗自降臨
侵襲我情緒

要多麼小心 怕被爛俗波及
我反覆的排練 高潮每一行一句
又有誰聽
現場目光太零星 不夠確定
控訴我濫情

少了會乏 多了嫌膩
在座各位 點評該盡興
是否要更聲嘶 更竭力
更煽情 再轉音 不換氣痛哭流涕
太難唱了 氣都用盡
像在出演 喜劇的電影
浮誇角色 不值得你 憐憫

要多麼小心 怕被爛俗波及
我反覆的排練 高潮每一行一句
又有誰聽
現場目光太零星 不夠確定
控訴我濫情

少了會乏 多了嫌膩
在座各位 點評該盡興
是否要更聲嘶 更竭力
更煽情 再轉音 不換氣痛哭流涕
太難唱了 氣都用盡
像在出演 喜劇的電影
浮誇角色 不值得你 憐憫

怎麼樣排練 怎麼樣投入 怎麼樣坦白 怎麼樣誠懇
怎麼樣想要奮力成全這表演
唱的人 多糾結萬分

找不到途徑 找不到出口 找不到理由 找不到節奏
找不到你信任的眼神
聽的人 為自己沉淪
Ah da da da la da da da da ah

少了會乏 多了嫌膩
在座各位 點評該盡興
是否要更聲嘶 更竭力
更煽情 再轉音 不換氣痛哭流涕
太難唱了 氣都用盡
破一個音 就當做驚喜
留作是你 記住我的 把柄

It's Too Difficult to Sing

Rotten sardines remain in the fridge,
For no reason, I grab it and munch on it.
Tears stream down my face,
As nightfall ruthlessly descends,
Attacking my emotions.

How careful I must be, fearing vulgarity's sway,
I rehearse over and over, each line and phrase in this climax.
Who will listen,
The gazes in the audience are too scattered, not enough certainty,
Accusing me of sentimentality.

Too little will be boring, too much will be tiresome,
Everyone here, please critique to your heart's content.
Should I sing more hoarsely, with greater effort?
More emotionally, with more vibrato, without pausing for breath, weeping bitterly?
It's too difficult to sing, I'm exhausted,
Like a character in a comedy,
An exaggerated role, not worthy of your pity.

How careful I must be, fearing vulgarity's sway,
I rehearse over and over, each line and phrase in this climax.
Who will listen,
The gazes in the audience are too scattered, not enough certainty,
Accusing me of sentimentality.

Too little will be boring, too much will be tiresome,
Everyone here, please critique to your heart's content.
Should I sing more hoarsely, with greater effort?
More emotionally, with more vibrato, without pausing for breath, weeping bitterly?
It's too difficult to sing, I'm exhausted,
Like a character in a comedy,
An exaggerated role, not worthy of your pity.

How I rehearse, how I immerse myself, how I confess, how I am sincere,
How I strive to perfect this performance.
The singer, so conflicted.

Can't find the path, can't find the exit, can't find the reason, can't find the rhythm,
Can't find your trusting gaze.
The listener, lost in their own reverie.
Ah da da da la da da da da ah

Too little will be boring, too much will be tiresome,
Everyone here, please critique to your heart's content.
Should I sing more hoarsely, with greater effort?
More emotionally, with more vibrato, without pausing for breath, weeping bitterly?
It's too difficult to sing, I'm exhausted,
Let a cracked note be a surprise,
A mark for you to remember me by.