你们的幸福 抢听版 - 謝安琪 traduction en anglais

你们的幸福 抢听版

揉著睡眼的山丘伴晨光嶄露
叢林下有野鷺 輕踏泥沼赤足起舞
和諧平靜清早景象
誰人曾又坐下來一睹

圍著霧的冰水任瓶邊結露
凝聚漸厚過後 交匯成川滲於檯布
神奇而極普通的景象
誰人曾又會靜來一睹

人們忙為了幹活 如踏高速公路
前行無辦法暫停一步
長埋頭在幹最後忘掉了好好的活
尋覓快樂 但得到 全是雜物或皂泡

步伐極度急速 心窩熨似赤道
視覺感官給消耗
接近麻木大肆暴殄美好
月亮睡在窗邊 不知道
淡白薄薄窗紗 倚風舞擺 不知道
已到達極迷糊程度

繁忙地鐵內速遞老翁上路
人叢內有學童相讓坐位 細心週到
鄰人扶助溫馨的景象
誰人曾又會定神一睹

人們忙為了幹活如踏高速公路
前行無辦法暫停一步
長埋頭在幹最後忘掉了好好的活
尋覓快樂 但得到 全是雜物或皂泡

步伐極度急速 心窩熨似赤道
視覺感官給消耗
接近麻木大肆暴殄美好
月亮睡在窗邊 不知道
淡白薄薄窗紗 倚風舞擺 不知道
已到達極迷糊程度

步伐極度急速心 窩熨似赤道
視覺感官給消耗
競技場內大肆暴殄美好
絕妙事在身邊 不知道
越踏步越糟糕 執起刺刀 相煎熬
已到達極淪亡程度

雲霧上那野鷺俯瞰人間國度
茫然地叫好比哀悼童心再找不到
緩緩沉落山邊沼澤
停叢林內暗淚流一道

Your Happiness Preview Version

A sleepy hilltop emerges in the morning light
Underneath the forest, wild egrets dance barefoot in the mud
A peaceful, tranquil morning scene
Who has ever sat down to witness it

Misty ice water condenses on the bottle
Gradually thickening, it forms a stream that spills over the tablecloth
A magical yet ordinary sight
Who has ever taken the time to observe it

People are busy rushing around like they're on a highway
They can't stop for a moment
They bury their heads in their work and forget how to live
They search for happiness but all they find is clutter and bubbles

Their pace is so fast, their hearts are like the scorching equator
Their senses are dulled
They are on the verge of numbness, squandering all that is beautiful
The moon sleeps by the window, unaware
The thin, white curtains dance in the wind, unaware
They have reached a point of great confusion

In the crowded subway, an elderly man rushes by
Amidst the throng, a schoolchild offers him her seat, thoughtful and kind
A heartwarming scene of neighborly assistance
Who has ever stopped to truly see it

People are busy rushing around like they're on a highway
They can't stop for a moment
They bury their heads in their work and forget how to live
They search for happiness but all they find is clutter and bubbles

Their pace is so fast, their hearts are like the scorching equator
Their senses are dulled
They are on the verge of numbness, squandering all that is beautiful
The moon sleeps by the window, unaware
The thin, white curtains dance in the wind, unaware
They have reached a point of great confusion

Their pace is so fast, their hearts are like the scorching equator
Their senses are dulled
They squander all that is beautiful in the arena
Wonderful things are all around them, but they don't see
They keep marching forward, getting worse and worse, picking up their weapons and fighting each other
They have reached a point of great ruin

Wild egrets in the clouds look down on the human realm
Their cries sound like laments for the loss of childish innocence
They slowly descend into the marsh by the mountain
They weep in the forest, their tears flowing like a stream