Текст и перевод песни Jay Chou - 爺爺泡的茶 (Live)

爺爺泡的茶 (Live)

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
山泉 在地表蜿蜒
从很久很久以前
我有一张稚气的脸
泉水渗透进矿层岩
爷爷栽种的樟木树苗在上面
犹记得那年 在一个雨天
那七岁的我躲在屋檐
却一直想去荡秋千
爷爷抽着烟
说唐朝陆羽写茶经三卷
流传了千年
那天 我翻阅字典
查什么字眼 形容一件事 很遥远
天边 是否在海角对面
直到九岁才知道浪费时间
这茶桌樟木的横切面
年轮有二十三圈
镜头的另一边跳接我成熟的脸
经过这些年 爷爷的手茧
泡在水里会有茶色蔓延
爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
没法挑剔它 口感味觉还不差
陆羽泡的茶 听说名和利都不拿
他牵着一匹瘦马走天涯
爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
他满头白发 喝茶时不准说话
陆羽泡的茶 像幅泼墨的山水画
唐朝千年的风沙 现在还在刮
千年 那天 我翻阅字典
查什么字眼 形容一件事 很遥远
天边 是否在海角对面
直到九岁才知道浪费时间
这茶桌樟木的横切面
年轮有二十三圈
镜头的另一边跳接我成熟的脸
经过这些年 爷爷的手茧
泡在水里会有茶色蔓延
爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
没法挑剔它 口感味觉还不差
陆羽泡的茶 听说名和利都不拿
他牵着一匹瘦马走天涯
爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
他满头白发 喝茶时不准说话
陆羽泡的茶 像幅泼墨的山水画
唐朝千年的风沙 现在还在刮
爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
没法挑剔它 口感味觉还不差
陆羽泡的茶 听说名和利都不拿
他牵着一匹瘦马走天涯
爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
他满头白发 喝茶时不准说话
陆羽泡的茶 像幅泼墨的山水画
唐朝千年的风沙 现在还在刮
爷爷泡的茶 有一种味道叫做家
陆羽泡的茶 像幅泼墨的山水画
现在还在刮

Grandpa's Brewed Tea (Live)

Grandpa's brewed tea has a taste called home
Lu Yu's brewed tea, I hear, he took neither fame nor wealth
Grandpa's brewed tea has a taste called home
Lu Yu's brewed tea is like a splashed-ink landscape painting
Mountain springs meander on the earth's surface
From long, long ago
My face was innocent
Spring water seeps into the mineral stratum below
Above, the camphor tree sapling that Grandpa planted
I still remember that year, on a rainy day
Seven-year-old me hid under the eaves
But I wanted to go swing
Grandpa smoked his pipe
He said, during the Tang Dynasty, Lu Yu wrote the Cha Jing in three volumes
It's been passed down for a thousand years
That day, I went through the dictionary
Searching for a word to describe something so distant
The horizon, is it on the other side of the ocean
Not until I was nine did I understand what a waste of time it was
The cross-section of the camphor wood tea table
Has twenty-three annual rings
On the other side of the lens, my mature face connects
Through the years, Grandpa's calluses
Will spread a tea-colored stain when soaked in water
Grandpa's brewed tea has a taste called home
I can't criticize it, its taste and texture are pretty good
Lu Yu's brewed tea, I hear, he took neither fame nor wealth
He rode a thin horse, traveling the world
Grandpa's brewed tea has a taste called home
His hair is full of white, and he doesn't allow talking while drinking tea
Lu Yu's brewed tea is like a splashed-ink landscape painting
The sandstorms of the Tang Dynasty still blow today
A thousand years, that day, I went through the dictionary
Searching for a word to describe something so distant
The horizon, is it on the other side of the ocean
Not until I was nine did I understand what a waste of time it was
The cross-section of the camphor wood tea table
Has twenty-three annual rings
On the other side of the lens, my mature face connects
Through the years, Grandpa's calluses
Will spread a tea-colored stain when soaked in water
Grandpa's brewed tea has a taste called home
I can't criticize it, its taste and texture are pretty good
Lu Yu's brewed tea, I hear, he took neither fame nor wealth
He rode a thin horse, traveling the world
Grandpa's brewed tea has a taste called home
His hair is full of white, and he doesn't allow talking while drinking tea
Lu Yu's brewed tea is like a splashed-ink landscape painting
The sandstorms of the Tang Dynasty still blow today
Grandpa's brewed tea has a taste called home
I can't criticize it, its taste and texture are pretty good
Lu Yu's brewed tea, I hear, he took neither fame nor wealth
He rode a thin horse, traveling the world
Grandpa's brewed tea has a taste called home
His hair is full of white, and he doesn't allow talking while drinking tea
Lu Yu's brewed tea is like a splashed-ink landscape painting
The sandstorms of the Tang Dynasty still blow today
Grandpa's brewed tea has a taste called home
Lu Yu's brewed tea is like a splashed-ink landscape painting
It still blows today