Текст и перевод песни Eason Chan - 裙下之臣

裙下之臣

抬頭望 長裙下的風
連幻想 的質感 都一樣柔潤
無論雪紡或絲絨
同樣誘發過我 那一秒悸動
從未敢 每個亦吻
卻對每一個 的慾望無憾
熱血在騰 大概每個人
不只喜歡一個女人
讓那 飄呀飄呀的裙 挑惹起戰爭
賜予世界更豐富愛恨
讓那 擺呀擺呀的裙 臣服百萬人
對你我崇拜得太過份
為那 轉呀轉呀的裙 死 我都慶幸
為每個婀娜的化身
每襲裙 窮一生 作侍臣
橫蠻善變柔弱天真
全是她 不可解 的魔術成份
純白淡色或繽紛
裙下永遠有個 秘辛要探問
其實想 每個亦吻
理智制止我 衝動地行近
熱血在騰 問哪裡有人
一生只得一個女人
讓那 飄呀飄呀的裙 挑惹起戰爭
賜予世界更豐富愛恨
讓那 擺呀擺呀的裙 臣服百萬人
對你我崇拜得太過份
為那 轉呀轉呀的裙 死 我都慶幸
為每個婀娜的化身
每襲裙 窮一生 作侍臣
我要讚美上帝 活著就是無樂趣
也勝在有女人
今生准許我 裙下盡責任
忙於心軟 與被迷魂
流連淑女群 烈女群 為每人動幾秒心
讓那 飄呀飄呀的裙 可愛的女人
賜予你我刺激與震撼
讓那 擺呀擺呀的裙 凡士氣下沉
賜我理由再披甲上陣
為那 轉呀轉呀的裙 死 我都慶幸
為每個婀娜的化身
每襲裙 窮一生 作侍臣

Subject of Desire

As I look up at the wind under your long skirt
Even the texture of my imagination is silky smooth
Whether it's chiffon or velvet
It equally stirs within me that instant thrill
I never dared to kiss every one
But I have no regrets for my desire for every one
My blood is boiling; perhaps every person
Doesn't prefer just one woman
Let the swaying skirt provoke a war
Granting the world with a richer love and hate
Let the swaying skirt conquer millions of people
My adoration for you is too excessive
For the twirling skirt, I'd gladly die
For every graceful incarnation
Every dress; I'd serve it for a lifetime
Arrogant,善變,柔弱,天真
They are all her unfathomable magic ingredients
Pure white, light colors, or colorful
Under the skirt there are always secrets waiting to be explored
I actually want to kiss every one
Reason prevents me from impulsively approaching
My blood is boiling; I wonder if there's anyone
Who has only one woman in a lifetime
Let the swaying skirt provoke a war
Granting the world with a richer love and hate
Let the swaying skirt conquer millions of people
My adoration for you is too excessive
For the twirling skirt, I'd gladly die
For every graceful incarnation
Every dress; I'd serve it for a lifetime
I want to praise God; life is uninteresting without
Also because there are women
In this life, allow me to fully commit to
Being soft-hearted and being fascinated
Wandering amidst the gentlewomen and fierce women; I'm moved by each for a few seconds
Let the swaying skirt be a lovely woman
Granting us with excitement and shock
Let the swaying skirt demoralize the defeated
Giving me a reason to armor up and go into battle
For the twirling skirt, I'd gladly die
For every graceful incarnation
Every dress; I'd serve it for a lifetime