Текст и перевод песни 張崇基, 張崇德 - 燕尾蝶

燕尾蝶

那些胭脂色的 香槟色的 伸手可折的
段段艳遇 处处有染都放在眼前
害怕采花天黑路远 情愿对路边灯色眷恋
那些玻璃镶的 水晶雕的 一触即碎的
逐步逐步 进占世界通向没有完
地厚天高如寂寞难免谁家有后园 修补破损
燕尾蝶 疲倦了在伟大布景下
这地球 若果有乐园会像这般吗?
摘去鲜花然后种出大厦
层层迭的进化摩天都市大放烟花
耀眼烟花 随着记忆落下
繁华像幅广告画蝴蝶梦里醒来
记不起 对花蕊的牵挂
逍遥竹
那些山中开的天边飞的 不知所措的
渐渐熟习世界会变不再受惊怕
为免牺牲 情愿被同化 移徙到闹市找一个家
燕尾蝶 存没了 在发射塔之下
这地球若果有乐园会像这般吗?
摘去鲜花然后种出大厦
层层迭的进化摩天都市大放烟花
耀眼烟花 随着记忆落下
繁华像幅广告画蝴蝶梦里醒来
记不起 对花蕊的牵挂
再也不怕怀念昨日余香百合花 芬芳吗?
摘去鲜花 然后种出大厦
文明是种进化尽管适应别制止它
力竭声沙情怀承受不起风化
丛林不割下如何建造繁华 别问怎么不爱它?
蝴蝶梦里醒来记不起对花蕊 有过牵挂

Butterfly

Those carmine-colored champagne-colored at my fingertips,
Encounters I've had, stains I bear are all on display,
Fearing the path ahead in the dark, I'd rather linger under the allure of streetlights.
Those glass-studded, crystal-carved, so fragile,
Gradually, gradually, they invade the world, with no end in sight.
The vastness of the earth and sky, like the loneliness that's inevitable, who has a garden to retreat to and mend the broken?
Butterfly, weary under the grand spectacle,
If this earth had a paradise, would it be like this?
Plucking flowers and planting skyscrapers in their place,
Layer upon layer of progress, a towering metropolis erupts in fireworks,
Dazzling fireworks, fading into memories,
Prosperity, like a billboard, as I awaken from the butterfly dream,
I can't recall the longing for the nectar.
Solitude's bamboo
Those blooming in the mountains, flying in the sky, so bewildered,
Growing familiar with the changing world, no longer startled,
To avoid sacrifice, I'd rather be assimilated, migrating to the city to find a home.
Butterfly, vanished beneath the launch tower,
If this earth had a paradise, would it be like this?
Plucking flowers and planting skyscrapers in their place,
Layer upon layer of progress, a towering metropolis erupts in fireworks,
Dazzling fireworks, fading into memories,
Prosperity, like a billboard, as I awaken from the butterfly dream,
I can't recall the longing for the nectar.
No longer afraid of yearning for yesterday's lingering fragrance, lilies, are they fragrant?
Plucking flowers and planting skyscrapers in their place,
Civilization is a form of progress, though adaptive, don't hinder it,
Exhausted and hoarse, my emotions can't withstand the weathering,
Without clearing the jungle, how can we build prosperity? Don't ask why I don't love it,
Awakening from the butterfly dream, I can't recall the longing I had for the nectar.