Текст и перевод песни 吳雨霏 - 暫借問 (Live In Hong Kong, 2013)

暫借問 (Live In Hong Kong, 2013)

貪 他一點野
雙眼 似激射
捨 不了下車
一 剎再暫借

暫借問 有沒有上帝為我作出指引
翻覆身貼緊 夢似發生
暫借問 借問撒旦有沒有錯點罪人
火穿心裡過
一身冰冷侵

冰醒了後悔
難為身邊的一半心冷意更灰
一再扮成愚眛
旁人亦看見多攰
我用甚麼可惡補
該那樣開口才好
恨自己失措一塌糊塗

停車街邊比乞丐身世更潦倒
不間斷紅綠換轉
交通訊號吞吞吐吐
過得了對街
就是找不到新血路

暫借問 有沒有上帝為我作出指引
反覆的女人 後悔餘生
暫借問 借問撒旦有沒有錯點罪人
火穿心再過
冰一般痛心

冰醒了後悔
難為身邊的一半心冷意更灰
一再扮成愚眛
旁人亦看見多攰
我用甚麼可惡補
該那樣開口才好
恨自己失措一塌糊塗

停車街邊比乞丐身世更潦倒
不間斷紅綠換轉
交通訊號吞吞吐吐
過得了對街
就是找不到新血路

不會去乞討
戀過後簷前滴雨
掛念縱使不會老
但愛早寫上了 句號

Temporarily Ask (Live In Hong Kong, 2013)

I crave a bit of him
His eyes are like lasers
Unwilling to get off
Temporarily borrowing it for a moment

Temporarily ask, is there a God to guide me?
Turn over and snuggle up, the dream seems to be happening
Temporarily ask, I ask Satan, did you make a mistake in marking a sinner?
Fire burning in my heart
Chilling cold侵侵侵侵

Regret waking up from the ice
It's hard for the other half to be cold-hearted and even more disheartened
Repeatedly pretending to be ignorant
Others can also see how tired it is
What can I use to make up for it?
How should I speak?
I hate myself for being at a loss and in a mess

Parking on the side of the street is more miserable than a beggar
The red and green lights keep changing
The traffic signals are vague
I can cross the street
But I can't find a new way out

Temporarily ask, is there a God to guide me?
A fickle woman, regrets for the rest of her life
Temporarily ask, I ask Satan, did you make a mistake in marking a sinner?
Reburning pain
Heartbreak like ice

Regret waking up from the ice
It's hard for the other half to be cold-hearted and even more disheartened
Repeatedly pretending to be ignorant
Others can also see how tired it is
What can I use to make up for it?
How should I speak?
I hate myself for being at a loss and in a mess

Parking on the side of the street is more miserable than a beggar
The red and green lights keep changing
The traffic signals are vague
I can cross the street
But I can't find a new way out

I won't beg
After falling in love, the rain drips from the eaves
Although the longing will never grow old
But love has already written a period