Paroles et traduction 溫嵐 - 海滩

海滩

口白 嘿 时间是下午两点
很热喔 联络不到你
嗯 所以我决定
Rap 一个人 开车离开 到哪里 看心情吧
最好是 很辽阔的地方 例如说
有一整片天空跟海的地方
反正我已经厌倦这里
风经过脸颊 还带着咸咸的细沙
车子里的空气 闻起来有一点Paris
连吹乱的头发 都十分野兽派的画
爱上这种变化的自己
都市的拥挤 从照后镜慢慢远离
方向盘的右边 只有一本哥德诗集
这条路这条路 一个人奢侈地孤独
身体在漂浮 呜～耶～
随便我要怎么走 都可以
穿过这片寂静防风林
破烂的收音机 杂讯当复古的歌剧
怎么做都可以 穿着洋装躺在浪花里
对天空轻轻哼 我最喜欢的旋律
车子还在前进 方向我没有要决定
就象那本诗集 从哪里开始都可以
午后的旅行 我不喜欢给它标题
反正就是 喔～随性
Rap 那瓶冰过的啤酒 水珠凝聚得很Italy
金色的托斯卡尼 只适合低音大提琴
普罗旺斯的雨季 听说有薰衣草的气息
戴上墨镜 听着破烂的收音机
就让一切从照后镜慢慢慢慢慢慢的远离 远离
午后的旅行 突然有一种心情 想要找你和我
一起寻找达文西 在我的诗集上签名
吹乱的头发 飘在风里
象野兽派的画 耶～
而沿途的浪花 进退之间
什么都没留下 耶～
随便我要怎么走 都可以
穿过这片寂静防风林
破烂的收音机 杂讯当复古的歌剧
怎么做都可以 穿着洋装躺在浪花里
对天空轻轻哼 我最喜欢的旋律
怎么想都可以 旁人连批评都很规律
脖子上的砂砾 是我跟海风的艳遇
一直地往前进 暂时还没想到目的地
一个人踩油门 慢慢穿过了边境
慢慢穿过了边境

还没想到目的地

哼着自己的旋律

The beach

Monologue Hey It's 2 pm
It's very hot can't contact you
Hmm So I've decided
Rap I'll drive away alone to wherever I feel like it
Somewhere very open like a place that has
A clear blue sky and a vast sea
I'm so sick and tired of this place
The wind blowing across my cheeks carries tiny salty sand
The air in my car smells a bit like Paris
Even my messy hair is like a wild painting
I'm in love with this free-spirited side of me
The city's hustle and bustle slowly disappears in my rear-view mirror
On my right is only a collection of gothic poems
On this road this road I'm luxuriously alone
My body's floating woo-hoo
I can do whatever I want
Passing through this quiet windbreak
The broken radio's static is like a vintage opera
I can do whatever I want wearing a dress lying in the waves
Softly humming my favorite melody beneath the sky
My car continues moving I don't need to decide where
Like that collection of poems I can start reading from any page
On this afternoon's journey I don't want to give it a title
It's just pure
Rap That bottle of beer dripping with condensation looks so Italian
Golden Tuscany is perfect for a deep cello
I hear that there's lavender in the rainy season of Provence
I'll put on my sunglasses and listen to the broken radio
Letting everything slowly slowly slowly fade into the rear-view mirror fading away
On this afternoon's journey I suddenly want to find you and me
To find Leonardo da Vinci to sign my book of poems
My messy hair dancing in the wind
Like a wild painting yeah
And between the crashing waves
Nothing is left behind yeah
I can do whatever I want
Passing through this quiet windbreak
The broken radio's static is like a vintage opera
I can do whatever I want wearing a dress lying in the waves
Softly humming my favorite melody beneath the sky
I can think whatever I want and others will always criticize
The grains of sand on my neck are my passionate encounter with the sea
Continuing onwards I still don't have a set destination
I'm stepping on the accelerator all alone slowly crossing the border
Slowly crossing the border

I still don't have a set destination

Humming my own melody