推銷員之死 - 周國賢 , 張子丰 перевод на английский

推銷員之死

賣 賣汽水 和雜誌 每日推銷買牛奶
受到連番挫敗 勤勞地售賣
被時代瓦解 原來運氣是如此壞
被忘記 何用奇怪

如何拼命地迎合你 都是被上流者淘汰
為何貧困到 我們都給唆擺
天空地平位置有可怕的差距 釐訂我高低
我置身一個非我的城市 活在殘酷世界

* 從查理斯世代 尋覓我的階梯
頹喪地仰慕你在晚空瑟縮山腳底
販賣勞力我慣了每天早出晚歸
夕陽下尋夢 夢是這麼細
求 成就我也不假外求 人的尊嚴努力維繫
成全你的美麗 蠶蝕我所需東西
廉價把光陰枉費 符合你奢侈的消費 *

期望發售熱與光 一點不貴
能否准許我上進 無奈我的店這樣細

賣 賣智識 和學養 繼續推銷我勤快
直到年紀變大 年華亦賤賣
未 還未了解 旁人話我做人失敗
被遺棄 純屬常態

頭越向後望 頭越見痛 不願被後來者淘汰
誰人謀殺我 我人生給肢解
一顆落霞未算遠 都接觸不到 餘下那光輝
你眼中差勁的我 只能以壽命還盡欠債

* 從查理斯世代 尋覓我的階梯
頹喪地仰慕你在晚空瑟縮山腳底
販賣勞力我慣了每天早出晚歸
夕陽下尋夢 夢是這麼細
求 成就我也不假外求 人的尊嚴努力維繫
成全你的美麗 蠶蝕我所需東西
廉價把光陰枉費 符合你奢侈的消費 *

期望發售熱與光 兌換生活費
能否准許我上進 無奈我的店這樣細

鳴謝你降低你尊貴 給我都覺得安慰
就算是個面子的關係
我的生活 難道天生不快活
前路這樣窄隘 埋沒到地底

迎頭有新世代 爬著我的天梯
但你沒有為我在世間空出一個位
販賣勞力我慣了每天早出晚歸
突然做前浪被後輩取替
誰 誣衊我有很多問題 還未成熟 像細路仔

成全你的美麗 蠶蝕我所需東西
煩著你推銷一切 只是換來嘆喟
我有一個夢 還未兌現便放低 抱入哀悼禮
如果出生也白費 容許我今世等下世

Death of a Salesman

Selling, selling soda and magazines, pushing sales everyday
Despite repeated setbacks, I hustle
Vanquished by the times, luck has been so unkind
To be forgotten, what's so strange

No matter how I try to please you, I'm cast aside by the elite
Why am I so poor that I'm swayed by your every word
The gap between us is like heaven and earth, defining my worthlessness
Lost in a foreign city, surviving in this cruel world

* From Charlie's generation, I seek my ladder
Desperately admiring you from the mountain's foot in the evening sky
Selling my labor, I'm used to the daily grind
Chasing dreams in the sunset, they're so small
Seeking success, I don't ask for handouts, striving to maintain human dignity
Fulfilling your beauty, eroding my necessities
My time wasted cheaply, fueling your extravagant lifestyle *

Hoping to sell warmth and light, it's not expensive
Can you allow me to move up, but my shop is so small

Selling, selling knowledge and learning, continuing to push my diligence
Until I grow old, my years sold off cheaply
I still don't understand, others say I'm a failure
To be abandoned, it's just the norm

The more I look back, the more it hurts, unwilling to be replaced by the next
Who's murdering me, my life dismembered
A fallen star, not so distant, yet can't reach the remaining light
In your eyes, I'm worthless, my life a payment for my debts

* From Charlie's generation, I seek my ladder
Desperately admiring you from the mountain's foot in the evening sky
Selling my labor, I'm used to the daily grind
Chasing dreams in the sunset, they're so small
Seeking success, I don't ask for handouts, striving to maintain human dignity
Fulfilling your beauty, eroding my necessities
My time wasted cheaply, fueling your extravagant lifestyle *

Hoping to sell warmth and light, to pay for my livelihood
Can you allow me to move up, but my shop is so small

Thank you for lowering yourself, it comforts me
Even if it's just for appearances
My life, is it inherently joyless
The path ahead is so narrow, buried underground

A new generation emerges, climbing my ladder
But you haven't made room for me
Selling my labor, I'm used to the daily grind
Suddenly, I'm the old guard, replaced by the next
Who slanders me with countless problems, still immature, like a child

Fulfilling your beauty, eroding my necessities
Bothering you with my sales pitch, only to be met with sighs
I had a dream, unfulfilled, laid to rest in mourning
If my birth was in vain, allow me to wait for the next life