Paroles et traduction 汪峰 - 无主之城

无主之城

街角的专卖店和超市灯火通明
24小时贩卖着库存的现代文明
邮局的姑娘们无望地对着屏幕
审视着人们注定的命运和那彷徨
橱窗里闪耀着股市的凄惨光晕
玛莎拉蒂飞速驶过紫色的酸雨
警笛尖利的嘶喊从北广场传来
象把刀猛然划过这座无主之城
噢 。。。。。。
噢 。。。。。。
我们在这儿活着
却总是感觉不到存在
骗子和占卜师占据了东区大楼
保险柜里藏着捐款护照和毒药
白领蓝领和黑领们堆挤在银行
偿还着生命中透支的百年利息
穿着耐克的童子军逃离了教室
在街角徘徊抽着烟凝视着那片夕阳
我拦住一个乞丐问他天堂在哪
他说就是你面前这座无主之城
噢 。。。。。。
噢 。。。。。。
我们在这儿寻找
却总是寻找不到方向
七九年的楼房没有这些玻璃钢
但却有很多灿烂的鲜花和那笑容
如今大马戏团的花车不再经过
只有霓虹灯广告牌和车灯闪烁
漂亮的女人们都坐在美容院里
等待着她们的等价交换和那提款机
成功的男人们都躺在情人怀里
筹划着下场骗局在这无主之城
噢 。。。。。。
噢 。。。。。。
我们在这儿活着
却总是感觉不到存在
噢 。。。。。。
噢 。。。。。。
我们在这儿寻找
却总是寻找不到方向

新嬉皮们总喜欢在这附近游荡
溜冰后的幻觉仿佛在飞跃彩虹

期盼信仰的回归肾上腺素激荡
小张正为情人挑选廉价的钻戒
为了摇曳的爱情和忧伤的欲望
逃犯正和那个黑衣人做着交易
只为了能赦免在这座无主之城
噢 。。。。。。
噢 。。。。。。
我们在这儿活着
却总是感觉不到存在
噢 。。。。。。
噢 。。。。。。
我们在这儿寻找
却总是寻找不到方向

Unclaimed City

Street corner specialty stores and supermarkets brightly lit
24 hours selling inventory of modern civilization
Post office girls staring hopelessly at screens
Examining people's destined fates and desolations
Shop windows shimmering with the stock market's dismal halo
Maseratis speeding through purple acid rain
Police sirens shriek from the north plaza
Like a knife suddenly slicing through this unclaimed city
Oh 。。。。。。
Oh 。。。。。。
We live here
Yet we always feel like we don't exist
Swindlers and fortune-tellers occupy the east tower
Safes full of donations, passports, and poison
White-collar, blue-collar, and black-collar workers crowd the bank
Repaying their life's overdraft on a century's interest
Boy Scouts in Nikes flee the classroom
Roaming the streets, smoking and gazing at the sunset
I stopped a beggar and asked him where heaven is
He said it's right here, this unclaimed city in front of you
Oh 。。。。。。
Oh 。。。。。。
We search here
Yet we always fail to find direction
Seventies buildings didn't have all this glass and steel
But those buildings had plenty of bright flowers and smiles
Today, the circus parade no longer passes through
Only neon billboards and headlights flicker
Beautiful women sit in beauty salons
Waiting for their exchange rates and their ATM cards
Successful men lie in their lovers' arms
Plotting their next con in this unclaimed city
Oh 。。。。。。
Oh 。。。。。。
We live here
Yet we always feel like we don't exist
Oh 。。。。。。
Oh 。。。。。。
We search here
Yet we always fail to find direction

Neo-hippies love to hang out around here
Post-skating hallucinations feel like flying over rainbows

Yearning for the return of faith, adrenaline surging
Little Zhang is selecting a cheap diamond ring for his lover
For their swaying love and their melancholy desires
A fugitive is making a deal with that man in black
Just to get a pardon in this unclaimed city
Oh 。。。。。。
Oh 。。。。。。
We live here
Yet we always feel like we don't exist
Oh 。。。。。。
Oh 。。。。。。
We search here
Yet we always fail to find direction