Текст и перевод песни 孫子涵 - 疲憊生活中的英雄

疲憊生活中的英雄

搞不懂的明天继续搞懂
也许梦能把伤解构
忙忙碌碌治好莫名哀愁
传说坚持能够换来尊重
然后我会找个理由
抿一口烈酒 故作多自由
看不懂的统统贴上备用
然后等着时钟推动
跌跌撞撞磨平作祟虚荣
传说疲惫生活中的英雄
没空流泪 没空哀愁
而你是我 所剩的借口
这孤单的累 被榨干的夜
你付出了什么 不需谁看懂
这手掌的茧 厚到能承受刺痛
收起像孩子的笑容
这空空的街 被隔离的美
你带走了什么 在小巷街头
这纷繁人间 万种体会聚成线
传颂你来过的影踪
看不懂的统统贴上备用
然后等着时钟推动
跌跌撞撞磨平作祟虚荣
传说疲惫生活中的英雄
没空流泪 没空哀愁
而你是我 所剩的借口
这孤单的累 被榨干的夜
你付出了什么 不需谁看懂
这手掌的茧 厚到能承受刺痛
收起像孩子的笑容
这空空的街 被隔离的美
你带走了什么 在小巷街头
这纷繁人间 万种体会聚成线
传颂你来过的影踪
这孤单的累 被榨干的夜
你付出了什么 不需谁看懂
这手掌的茧 厚到能承受刺痛
收起像孩子的笑容
这空空的街 被隔离的美
你带走了什么 在小巷街头
这纷繁人间 万种体会聚成线
传颂你来过的影踪

Unsung Hero of Urban Life

Keep trying to decipher tomorrow's enigma
In hopes that dreams can mend my wounds
Keeping busy to alleviate my inexplicable sorrow
Legend has it that perseverance earns respect
Then I will find an excuse
To sip strong liquor and pretend to be free
Stick labels on all the things I don't understand
And wait for time to do its work
Enduring hardships until my vanity subsides
Legend speaks of unsung heroes in urban life
No time for tears, no time for sorrow
But you are my remaining excuse
For this lonely exhaustion, these drained nights
Your sacrifice is invisible
My palms are calloused enough to withstand the pain
Quelling my childlike joy
For these empty streets, this lonely beauty
What have you left behind in our alleyways
The tapestry of human experience
Whispers of your presence
Stick labels on all the things I don't understand
And wait for time to do its work
Enduring hardships until my vanity subsides
Legend speaks of unsung heroes in urban life
No time for tears, no time for sorrow
But you are my remaining excuse
For this lonely exhaustion, these drained nights
Your sacrifice is invisible
My palms are calloused enough to withstand the pain
Quelling my childlike joy
For these empty streets, this lonely beauty
What have you left behind in our alleyways
The tapestry of human experience
Whispers of your presence
For this lonely exhaustion, these drained nights
Your sacrifice is invisible
My palms are calloused enough to withstand the pain
Quelling my childlike joy
For these empty streets, this lonely beauty
What have you left behind in our alleyways
The tapestry of human experience
Whispers of your presence