爺爺泡的茶 - Jay Chou перевод на английский

爺爺泡的茶

爺爺泡的茶 有一種味道叫做家
陸羽泡的茶 聽說名和利都不拿
爺爺泡的茶 有一種味道叫做家
(爺爺泡的茶 口感味覺還不差)
陸羽泡的茶 像幅潑墨的山水畫

山泉 在地表蜿蜒
從很久很久以前
我有一張稚氣的臉
泉水滲透進礦層岩
爺爺栽種的樟木樹苗在上面
猶記得那年 在一個雨天
那七歲的我躲在屋簷
卻一直想去蕩鞦韆
爺爺抽著煙
說唐朝陸羽寫茶經三卷
流傳了千年
那天 我翻閱字典
查什麼字眼
形容一件事 很遙遠
天邊 是否在海角對面
直到九歲才知道浪費時間
這茶桌樟木的橫切面
年輪有二十三圈
鏡頭的另一邊跳接我成熟的臉
經過這些年 爺爺的手繭
泡在水裡會有茶色蔓延

爺爺泡的茶 有一種味道叫做家
(沒法挑剔它 口感味覺還不差)
陸羽泡的茶 聽說名和利都不拿
(他牽著一匹瘦馬走天涯)
爺爺泡的茶 有一種味道叫做家
(他滿頭白髮 喝茶時不准說話)
陸羽泡的茶 像幅潑墨的山水畫
(唐朝千年的風沙 現在還在刮)

千年那天 我翻閱字典
查什麼字眼 形容一件事
很遙遠天邊 是否在海角對面
直到九歲才知道浪費時間
這茶桌樟木的橫切面
年輪有二十三圈
鏡頭的另一邊跳接我成熟的臉
經過這些年
爺爺的手繭 泡在水裡會有茶色蔓延
爺爺泡的茶 有一種味道叫做家
(沒法挑剔它 口感味覺還不差)
陸羽泡的茶 聽說名和利都不拿
(他牽著一匹瘦馬走天涯)
爺爺泡的茶 有一種味道叫做家
(他滿頭白髮 喝茶時 不准說話)
陸羽泡的茶 像幅潑墨的山水畫
(唐朝千年的風沙 現在還在颳)

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爺爺泡的茶 有一種味道叫做家
(沒法挑剔它 口感味覺還不差)
陸羽泡的茶 聽說名和利都不拿
(他牽著一匹瘦馬走天涯)

爺爺泡的茶 有一種味道叫做家
(他滿頭白髮 喝茶時 不准說話)

陸羽泡的茶 像幅潑墨的山水畫
(唐朝千年的風沙 現在還在颳)
爺爺泡的茶 有一種味道叫做家
陸羽泡的茶 聽說名和利都不拿
爺爺泡的茶 有一種味道叫做家

陸羽泡的茶 像幅潑墨的山水畫

Grandpa's Tea

Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, my dear.
Lu Yu's tea, they say, sought neither fame nor gain.
Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, my dear.
(Grandpa's tea, the taste and feel are quite fair.)
Lu Yu's tea, like a splashed-ink landscape, so rare.

Spring water meanders on the earth's face,
Since a time long, long ago in this place.
I had a childish face, full of grace,
Spring water seeped into the rock and ore trace.
Grandpa planted camphor tree saplings up there,
I still remember that year, in the rain's despair.
Seven-year-old me, hiding under the eaves with care,
But I always wanted to swing in the air.
Grandpa smoked his pipe, lost in thought's lair,
Said Tang Dynasty Lu Yu wrote three volumes on tea, I swear.
Passed down for a thousand years, beyond compare.
That day, I flipped through the dictionary's ware,
Searching for the right word, with a searching stare,
To describe something so distant, so far from here.
Is the horizon across the ocean, my dear?
Until nine, I didn't know it was wasted time, it's clear.
This tea table, camphor wood's cross-section, so near,
Twenty-three rings, marking each passing year.
The other side of the lens cuts to my mature face, no fear.
After all these years, Grandpa's calloused hand, so dear,
Soaked in water, the tea color will spread, I hear.

Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, my dear.
(Can't criticize it, the taste and feel are quite fair.)
Lu Yu's tea, they say, sought neither fame nor gain.
(He led a thin horse, wandering through life's domain.)
Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, my dear.
(His hair is white as snow, no talking while drinking, it's clear.)
Lu Yu's tea, like a splashed-ink landscape, so rare.
(The thousand-year-old wind and sand of the Tang Dynasty still blow in the air.)

That thousand-year-old day, I flipped through the dictionary's ware,
Searching for the right word to describe something so far from here.
Is the horizon across the ocean, my dear?
Until nine, I didn't know it was wasted time, it's clear.
This tea table, camphor wood's cross-section, so near,
Twenty-three rings, marking each passing year.
The other side of the lens cuts to my mature face, no fear.
After all these years,
Grandpa's calloused hand, soaked in water, the tea color will spread, I hear.
Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, my dear.
(Can't criticize it, the taste and feel are quite fair.)
Lu Yu's tea, they say, sought neither fame nor gain.
(He led a thin horse, wandering through life's domain.)
Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, my dear.
(His hair is white as snow, no talking while drinking, it's clear.)
Lu Yu's tea, like a splashed-ink landscape, so rare.
(The thousand-year-old wind and sand of the Tang Dynasty still blow in the air.)

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la woo
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la ha

Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, my dear.
(Can't criticize it, the taste and feel are quite fair.)
Lu Yu's tea, they say, sought neither fame nor gain.
(He led a thin horse, wandering through life's domain.)

Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, my dear.
(His hair is white as snow, no talking while drinking, it's clear.)

Lu Yu's tea, like a splashed-ink landscape, so rare.
(The thousand-year-old wind and sand of the Tang Dynasty still blow in the air.)
Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, my dear.
Lu Yu's tea, they say, sought neither fame nor gain.
Grandpa's tea has a flavor called home, my dear.

Lu Yu's tea, like a splashed-ink landscape, so rare.