Текст и перевод песни Stardust - Lights

Lights

吞吐间是云水泱泱
指尖上是尘土茫茫
我检点五千转飞光
太初混沌一双明目启张
持巨斧劈开这洪荒
开宇疆以叩问三皇
谁将我在琅环阁藏
二十四朝能纳多少篇章
天东有若木
钟山有赤龙衔烛
烧热华夏子民的五脏六腑
射金乌的箭
按在我的弓弦上
无垠霄汉不过英雄的瞭望
焉有火光 取星辰之辉来耀四方
尝百草 也豪饮大泽河渭汤汤
斩断鳌足 立天柱万仞以正玄黄
如今它 仍旧是我挺直的脊梁
鱼龙阵内 我金戈既出无人不降
一战死 留英魂常镇八方万邦
飞鸢为旗 齐迎我驾北斗星到场
中原九万顷须由我写下历纪第一章
访昆仑也涉西山淇
曾路过彩绘的画壁
或寻至碑铭的典籍
饮罢乾坤喉头犹有热气
常羊山拾一把干戚
九天上乘雾见玄女
骑红鲤在龙门游弋
造三千字道破一点天机
杜若含秋光
九歌一梦起湘江
它在华夏子民血脉中流长
七弦琴悠扬
我共河伯醉一场
借问那玉佩是否还在洛阳
东海浩荡 七尺红绫击排空巨浪
踏金轮 我六瞳之中莲花开放
翅下风雷 芒角昭昭封我为大将
登云行 石烂松枯也不过片晌
三更点灯 照夜来白额猛虎入帐
出岐山 我抬头看见彩凤飞降
招妖幡动 众精怪俯首称我为王
列宿次第开该由我揭下封神第一榜
羲和的金车走了多长
望舒御月去了何方
我上游银河下走大荒
十二楼听谁将故事弹唱
神话世代 眨眼间曲折成了回廊
千载后 它是我掌心里的纹章
英雄过往 或斑驳在朱漆的画堂
但也在 这山高海阔天地苍茫
焉有火光 取星辰之辉来耀四方
中原上 谁扬鞭策得历纪开章
东海浩荡 七尺红绫击排空巨浪
列宿下 谁留名封神台前金榜
行过昆仑 壶中日月把浊酒温烫
借热意 我笔下漫书琅环典藏
披览篇章 遁入传奇作一番荒唐
溯回五千年任由我自诩万古第一狂

Lights

With a breath, it's clouds and water billowing
With a touch, it's dust and gravel unyielding
I observe the five thousand revolutions of flying light
In the primordial chaos, a pair of bright eyes open wide
Holding a giant axe, I split open the wilderness
To open the universe and question the three emperors
Who hid me in the Lang Huan Pavilion?
How many chapters can twenty-four dynasties hold?
There's a Ruomu tree in the east
A red dragon holding a candle on Zhongshan Peak
Burning the hearts and minds of the people of China
The arrow that shot the Golden Crow
Is pressed against my bowstring
The boundless sky is just a hero's lookout
What is there firelight for? To take the stars' glow and shine it afar
Tasting a hundred herbs, drinking deeply from the Wei and Tang rivers
Cutting off the feet of the turtle, setting up the pillars of heaven to rectify the chaos
And now it's still my unwavering spine
In the fish and dragon formation, my halberd goes out, and none will refuse to surrender
If I die in battle, my soul will remain to protect the eight directions and all nations
A kite as a flag, meet me as I guide the北斗星 to the scene
The history of the Central Plains will be written by me in its first chapter
Visiting Kunlun Mountain, crossing the Xi and Qi rivers
Once passing by a painted mural
Or searching for a commemorative inscription
After drinking from the universe, my throat still feels hot
Picking up a dry halberd on Changyang Mountain
Riding the clouds to meet the goddess Xuan Nu
Riding a red carp, swimming in the Dragon Gate
Creating three thousand characters to reveal a bit of heaven's secrets
Du Ruo contains the light of autumn
Nine songs, a dream rising from the Xiang River
It flows through the veins of the Chinese people
The seven-stringed zither sings sweetly
I get drunk with the river god
I wonder if that jade pendant is still in Luoyang
The East Sea is vast, a seven-foot red silk scarf beats back the waves
Stepping on the golden wheel, a lotus flower blooms in my six eyes
The wind and thunder beneath my wings, my sharp horns proclaim me a great general
Ascending on clouds, rocks crumble and pines wither in the blink of an eye
A lamp is lit at the third watch, illuminating a white forehead as a tiger charges into the tent
Leaving Qishan Mountain, I look up and see a colorful phoenix descending
The monster-summoning banner waves, and all the spirits bow their heads and call me king
The stars open one after another, and it's time for me to unveil the first list of the gods
How long has Xi He's golden chariot been driving?
Where has Wang Shu taken the moon?
I travel up and down the Milky Way, down into the wilderness
In the twelve towers, who will play the story?
The age of mythology, its twists and turns have become corridors in the blink of an eye
A thousand years later, it's a crest in the palm of my hand
The past of heroes, perhaps mottled in the vermilion halls
But it's also here, in this vast and boundless world
What is there firelight for? To take the stars' glow and shine it afar
In the Central Plains, who urged the whip to open the history books?
The East Sea is vast, a seven-foot red silk scarf beats back the waves
Under the stars, who will leave their name on the golden榜 in front of the platform of the gods?
Passing by Kunlun Mountain, the sun and moon in the pot warm the wine
With the warmth, my brush writes wildly in the Lang Huan classics
Reading the chapters, entering the legend, and acting out a bit of absurdity
Going back five thousand years, I've proclaimed myself the greatest madman of all time.