Текст и перевод песни Tank - Survivor

Survivor

夕陽把我臉頰灼傷 站在廢墟中央 赤裸的腳有些燙
我們彎身避過聲浪 越過荊棘蠻荒 額頭卻被草刮傷
遠方救護早已離散 我們繼續流浪 回不去童年搖籃
全靠眼淚流過胸膛 滴落飢渴土壤 滋養著荒廢的天堂
我們扶著遍體鱗傷 世界那麼荒涼 哪裡可以療傷
要把過去親手陪葬 難免要把手弄髒喔
誰不受傷 誰對過往 不曾有遺憾
誰都背對回憶 勇敢的逃亡
天還沒暗 快樂跳傘 我們都該這樣
然後驕傲空降 生存的地方
第一次被煙火燙傷 第一次被彈珠割傷
第一次痛到 我哭得不成人樣
第一次被朋友中傷 第一次被戀人背叛
第一次讓寂寞的刺紮我的心臟
塵埃覆蓋我們肩上 月亮不再明亮 我們憑瞳孔發亮
我們依舊貪玩倔強 不怕刻骨的傷 瓦礫中放肆歌唱
頭破血流那又怎樣 傷疤構成圖案 掛在胸口當勳章
靈魂要靠自己鬆綁 逃出了手術房 罪與罰寫成了樂章
我們扶著遍體鱗傷 世界那麼荒涼 哪裡可以療傷
要把過去親手陪葬 難免要把手弄髒喔
誰不受傷 誰對過往 不曾有遺憾
誰都背對回憶 勇敢的逃亡
天還沒暗 快樂跳傘 我們都該這樣
然後驕傲空降 生存的地方
因為受傷 所以欣賞 傷口的漂亮
感謝每種創傷 逼我們成長
心還沒暗 相信淚光 會給我們力量
然後咬緊牙關 患難中生還

Survivor

The sunset scorched my cheeks, I stood in the middle of the ruins, my bare feet a little sore.
We ducked under the sound waves, crossed the thorny wilderness, and our foreheads were scratched by the grass.
The distant paramedics had already dispersed, and we continued to wander, unable to return to the cradle of our childhood.
All thanks to the tears that flowed over our chests, dripping onto the thirsty soil, nourishing the desolate paradise.
We supported our battered bodies, the world was so desolate, where could we heal?
We had to bury the past with our own hands, and it was inevitable that our hands would get dirty.
Who is not wounded? Who has no regrets about the past?
Everyone turns their backs on memories and bravely escapes.
Before it gets dark, let's skydive happily, we should all do this.
Then proudly airdrop to our place of survival.
The first time I got burned by fireworks, the first time I got cut by marbles.
The first time I was in so much pain that I cried until I was no longer human.
The first time I was hurt by my friend, the first time I was betrayed by my lover.
The first time I let the sting of loneliness pierce my heart.
Dust covered our shoulders, the moon was no longer bright, and our pupils shone.
We were still playful and stubborn, not afraid of the pain, singing freely in the rubble.
What if our heads bleed? The scars form a pattern, hanging on our chests like medals.
You have to untie your soul yourself, escape the operating room, and write a chapter of sin and punishment.
We supported our battered bodies, the world was so desolate, where could we heal?
We had to bury the past with our own hands, and it was inevitable that our hands would get dirty.
Who is not wounded? Who has no regrets about the past?
Everyone turns their backs on memories and bravely escapes.
Before it gets dark, let's skydive happily, we should all do this.
Then proudly airdrop to our place of survival.
Because of the wounds, we appreciate the beauty of the wounds.
Thank you for every trauma that has forced us to grow.
Our hearts are not dark yet. We believe that tears will give us strength.
Then grit your teeth and survive in adversity.