Paroles et traduction G.E.M. - 塞納河 Seine River

塞納河 Seine River

你對愛並不了解 誤會愛的分類
把最珍貴的玫瑰 當作荒野薔薇
相信了你的承諾 讓愛蒙蔽我的眼
塞納河的光線 照不亮心的那邊 背叛的終點
線索己那麼明顯 你的愛是欺騙
我在一千零一夜 守著錯誤的籖
真相似毒刺漫延 心被扎得出血
你和我的愛之間 主角是背叛 虛偽的表演
在塞納河上的玫瑰 它的養份是我的淚
花瓣的顏色愈妖艷 我郤愈憔悴
發現了自己信仰的依賴 逐漸瓦解
永遠在瞬間被毀滅
線索己那麼明顯 你的愛是欺騙
我在一千零一夜 守著錯誤的籖
真相似毒刺漫延 心被扎得出血
痛與愛難分難解 因為我已經為你 忘了我自己
在塞納河上的玫瑰 它的養份是我的淚
花瓣的顏色愈妖艷 我郤愈憔悴
它緩緩落下的露水 從來沒人在意
哪一顆是我的眼淚
愛 會讓我痛
我 卻不懂恨
在塞納河上的玫瑰 它的養份是我的淚
原來在最美的時刻 要讓它心碎
終於讓自己殘存的愛情全部揉碎
淹沒在塞納河水
你對愛並不了解 愛會把你忽略
遍地野生的薔薇 不如玫瑰珍貴
承諾要灰飛煙滅 誰還能被愛紀念
凋謝最紅的玫瑰 眼淚化作塞納河水

Seine River

You don't understand love, you misunderstand its forms,
Mistaking the most precious rose for a wild one.
Believing your promises, letting love blind my eyes,
The light of the Seine can't illuminate the other side of my heart, the end of betrayal.
The clues are so obvious, your love is a deception,
I spent a thousand and one nights holding onto the wrong ticket.
The truth spreads like a poison sting, my heart bleeds,
Between you and my love, the protagonist is betrayal, a hypocritical performance.
The rose on the Seine, its nourishment is my tears,
The more vibrant the color of its petals, the more I wither.
I discover the faith I relied on gradually crumbling,
Forever destroyed in an instant.
The clues are so obvious, your love is a deception,
I spent a thousand and one nights holding onto the wrong ticket.
The truth spreads like a poison sting, my heart bleeds,
Pain and love are inseparable, because for you, I have forgotten myself.
The rose on the Seine, its nourishment is my tears,
The more vibrant the color of its petals, the more I wither.
Its slowly falling dew, no one ever notices,
Which drop is my tear.
Love will cause me pain,
But I don't understand hate.
The rose on the Seine, its nourishment is my tears,
Turns out, at its most beautiful moment, I have to break its heart.
Finally, I crush all the remaining love within myself,
Drowning it in the Seine's waters.
You don't understand love, love will neglect you,
Wild roses all over the ground are not as precious as a single rose.
Promises turn to dust, who can still be remembered by love?
The reddest rose withers, tears turn into the waters of the Seine.