關於男人 (Live) - 陳昇 перевод на английский

關於男人 (Live)

有時候我會欺瞞我自己 或者迷失在無謂的歡愉遊戲中
有天我老去 在個陌生的地方 還要回味昨日冒險的旅程
其實我也經常討厭我自己 或者我怪罪我生存的時代
努力的找理由 解釋男人的驛動 也常常一個人躲藏起來
我聽說男人是用土做的 身子裡少了塊骨頭
他們用腦子來思考 有顆飄移的心
妳知道男人是大一點的孩子 永遠都管不了自己
張著眼睛來說謊 也心慌的哭泣
面對著不言不語的臉孔 誰也不知道男人是怎麼了
漫漫的旅程路途還遙遠 偶而也懷疑自己是否該向前
欲望的門已開 夢的草原沒有盡頭
夢裡憂鬱的花香飄浮在風中
你知道男人是用土做的 掉眼淚就融化一些
所以是殘缺的軀體 沒有絕對完美
你知道男人是大一點的孩子 永遠都管不了自己
張著眼睛來說謊 也心慌的哭泣
面對著不言不語的臉孔 誰也不知道男人是怎麼了
沒有玩具的孩子最落寞 可是沒有夢的男人是什麼
欲望的門已開 夢的草原沒有盡頭
風裡有些雨絲沾上了眼眸
告別的汽笛聲輕輕的又響起了
生命的列車滑過了妳心田
Wine, Woman and War 是男人永遠的最愛
我只想靜靜的躺在妳身邊
漫漫的旅程終點在哪裡 偶而也懷疑自己是否該向前
欲望的門已開 夢的草原沒有盡頭
夢裡憂鬱的花香飄浮在風中

Concerning Men (Live)

Sometimes I deceive myself or lose myself in meaningless pleasures.
One day, when I grow old, in a strange place, I will still reminisce about yesterday's adventures.
In fact, I often hate myself, or I blame my era.
I try hard to find reasons to explain men's restlessness, and I often hide myself.
I heard that men are made of earth, with a missing bone in their body.
They think with their brains and have wandering hearts.
You know that men are just big children, forever unable to control themselves.
They tell lies with their eyes open and cry in fear.
Facing a face that says nothing, no one knows what's going on with men.
The journey ahead is long, and sometimes I wonder if I should keep going.
The door of desire is open, and the dreamland is endless.
In my dream, the fragrant, melancholic flowers float in the wind.
You know that men are made of earth, and when they shed tears, they melt away.
So, they are flawed beings, not perfect.
You know that men are just big children, forever unable to control themselves.
They tell lies with their eyes open and cry in fear.
Facing a face that says nothing, no one knows what's going on with men.
Children without toys are the loneliest, but what are men without dreams?
The door of desire is open, and the dreamland is endless.
Rain falls on my eyes from the wind.
The farewell whistle sounds softly again.
The train of life glides past your heart.
Wine, women, and war are men's eternal favorites.
I just want to lie quietly beside you.
Where is the end of this long journey? Sometimes I wonder if I should keep going.
The door of desire is open, and the dreamland is endless.
In my dream, the fragrant, melancholic flowers float in the wind.