Текст и перевод песни 楊千嬅 - 孔雀

孔雀

在盛世之中努力扮完美 若完美 可有獎
用盡我心思每日撐著天 開著屏 期望受景仰
也許張開千對眼睛 終於會得到 某個目光
撐不過生命無常 撐得到色相

從此 堅決做孔雀 做到極疲弱
跟歲月打仗 穿到盛裝去赴誰的約
就算受傷 傷過就重新漂亮
誰問這樣是否堅強 情願平淡亦要漂亮上

在盛世之中太易被忘記 未忘記 請拍掌
就像我天生渴慕豔陽天 花月屏 期望受天養
也許收起一扇尾巴 終於會知道 布滿塵埃
撐不過生命無常 撐得到色相

從此 堅決做孔雀 做到極疲弱
跟歲月打仗 穿到盛裝去赴誰的約
就算受傷 傷過就重新漂亮
誰問這樣是否堅強 情願沈默亦要去歌唱

處處太多孔雀 個個用渴想蓋過了一雙腳
不相信女生愛自虐 其實華麗帶哀傷

明知 堅決做孔雀 做到極疲弱
跟歲月打仗 穿到盛裝去赴誰的約
就算受傷 傷過就重新漂亮
難道漂亮漸成為志向 可找到快樂鄉
找到某天大城無花香 沿著眉目沒有我色相

踏過命運有我中央

Peacock

In an age of prosperity, perfection is sought; who can I impress with my flawless beauty?
Exerting my every effort, I spread my wings each day, like a peacock's lavish plumage, yearning for admiration.
If I could open a thousand eyes, perhaps I could find someone who would return my gaze.
I will weather the transience of life, if it means preserving my captivating appearance.

From now on, I will never cease to be a peacock, even if it exhausts me.
I will battle against the years, bedecked in finery for the one I long to meet.
Even if I am wounded, I will heal and regain my beauty.
Who cares if my resilience is questioned? I choose to be extraordinary, even if it means enduring hardship.

In an age of plenty, it's easy to be forgotten; don't let me fade.
Like a sunflower yearning for the sun, I crave attention, like a peacock spreading its vibrant feathers.
Perhaps if I were to fold my tail, I would realize how soiled it has become.
I will weather the transience of life, if it means preserving my captivating appearance.

From now on, I will never cease to be a peacock, even if it exhausts me.
I will battle against the years, bedecked in finery for the one I long to meet.
Even if I am wounded, I will heal and regain my beauty.
Who cares if my resilience is questioned? I choose to endure suffering, to express myself through song.

Peacocks are everywhere, their desires overshadowing their true selves.
Don't believe that women enjoy suffering; our beauty often conceals a heart filled with sorrow.

I know that being a peacock is exhausting, but I will not stop.
I will battle against the years, bedecked in finery for the one I long to meet.
Even if I am wounded, I will heal and regain my beauty.
Is beauty truly my purpose? Will it lead me to happiness?
I fear the day when my allure fades, and I am no longer the center of attention.

Yet, I will forge my own destiny.