Paroles et traduction 王傑 - 心癮

心癮

當告別了戀人 當我落魄失魂
總會面對黑暗 揚言別再流淚犧牲
當我習慣一人 當我在腦海自製興奮
想起女伴背部美感 眼神那樣性感
又會身心解禁
找個外表吸引動人 天性自私的女人

人怎會越愛越要恨 我越怕越接近
我越近越覺沒有天份
開始總想到先發制人
對方到最後變獵人
人怎會越愛越過份 我越錯越要問
我越問越是未稱心
當找到服從枕邊人
心癮 又會想偷一個吻

當我習慣一人 當我在腦海自製興奮
想起女伴背部美感 眼部那樣性感
又會身心解禁
找個外表吸引動人 天性自私的女人

人怎會越愛越要恨 我越怕越接近
我越近越覺沒有天份
開始總想到先發制人
對方到最後變獵人
人怎會越愛越過份 我越錯越要問
我越問越是未稱心
當找到服從枕邊人
心癮 又會想偷一個吻

身邊好友每說到愛情 永遠說得漂亮
即使真相那有勝過一仗

人怎會越愛越要恨 我越怕越接近
我越近越覺沒有天份
開始總想到先發制人
對方到最後變獵人
人怎會越愛越過份 我越錯越要問
我越問越是未稱心
當找到服從枕邊人
心癮 又會想偷一個吻

Amour Addicts

When I said goodbye to my lover, when I was lost and dispirited,
I always faced the darkness, promising to never shed another tear or make another sacrifice.
When I got used to being alone, when I created my own excitement in my mind,
I remembered the beautiful back of my female companion, her eyes so sexy.
And my body and mind would be free again,
I would find an outwardly attractive and charming, naturally selfish woman.

How can we love more and more and hate more and more? The more I fear, the closer I get.
And the closer I get, the less talented I feel.
I always think about striking first.
In the end, the other party becomes the hunter.
How can we become more and more excessive in love? The more I am wrong, the more I have to ask.
And the more I ask, the less I am satisfied.
When I find someone who obeys me in bed,
My addiction will make me want to steal a kiss.

When I got used to being alone, when I created my own excitement in my mind,
I remembered the beautiful back of my female companion, her eyes so sexy.
And my body and mind would be free again,
I would find an outwardly attractive and charming, naturally selfish woman.

How can we love more and more and hate more and more? The more I fear, the closer I get.
And the closer I get, the less talented I feel.
I always think about striking first.
In the end, the other party becomes the hunter.
How can we become more and more excessive in love? The more I am wrong, the more I have to ask.
And the more I ask, the less I am satisfied.
When I find someone who obeys me in bed,
My addiction will make me want to steal a kiss.

My friends always talk about love beautifully,
Even if the truth is that there is no such thing as a perfect relationship.

How can we love more and more and hate more and more? The more I fear, the closer I get.
And the closer I get, the less talented I feel.
I always think about striking first.
In the end, the other party becomes the hunter.
How can we become more and more excessive in love? The more I am wrong, the more I have to ask.
And the more I ask, the less I am satisfied.
When I find someone who obeys me in bed,
My addiction will make me want to steal a kiss.