Текст и перевод песни 朱頭皮 - 唱黑衣人給黑衣人的黑衣人

唱黑衣人給黑衣人的黑衣人

是否記得 有一個歌者
他總是穿著 一身的黑色

人人叫他 是個MAN IN BLACK
不是星際戰警 他是個深沈的人
有人問他 都穿黑的幹啥
難道你每天 都有喪禮要跑攤
他乾脆就寫了 一首歌來回答
這一首歌 就是MAN IN BLACK

他說他為何 總是穿著黑色
因為這個世界 有悲無歡有離無合
貧窮失敗者 毫無盼望地活著
只有孤苦飢餓 伴隨著哀歌
鰥寡孤獨廢疾者 有誰要養呢
啥個禮運大同篇 恕我攔轎請冤
多少年輕人 莫名其妙掛了
在戰場在街上 在隔壁在異鄉

他穿黑衣 為了關在監獄的人
那些作奸犯科 你我都沒責任
他穿黑衣 哀悼著逝者
哀悼著失敗 哀悼著邊緣的人
除非這世界 有一點亮光
否則他永遠 是個黑衣人
他穿黑衣 提醒虛偽的我們
啥麼慈善公益 通通是騙人的

唱著這歌 wayfaring stranger
夢見了你 還是穿著黑衣
你告訴我 永遠別放棄
要用音樂 改變這個世界
四十多年 就這樣過了
Man in black所唱的 有沒改變
這個世界 仍然許多孩子餓著
沒法上學 殘破的家園

強尼爺爺 你在天上如何
看著我們 是否勉強及格
唱著唱著 幾十年都唱著
一直唱著 你寫的歌
苦難的人們 哭喊著救贖
諸神的黃昏 恩典徒呼負
沒聽過耶穌 落地獄何辜
不認識佛祖 該不該在乎

唱著唱著 永遠的唱著
無何奈何 唱不完的歌

唱著唱著 無助的唱著
要唱多久 唱不完的歌

唱著唱著 幹麻還唱著
要唱多久 唱不完的歌

要唱多久 唱不完的歌

要唱多久

Singing Man in Black for the Man in Black by a Man in Black

Do you remember, my dear, a singer of old,
Always dressed in black, a story untold.

Everyone called him the Man in Black, you see,
Not a space ranger, but a soul deep as the sea.
Someone asked him, "Why always dressed in night?"
"Do you have funerals to attend, morning, noon, and light?"
So he wrote a song, an answer to impart,
And that song, my love, was "Man in Black," a work of art.

He said why he wore black, day in, day out,
Because this world, my dear, is filled with sorrow and doubt.
The poor and the lost, with no hope in sight,
Only loneliness and hunger, embraced by the night.
Widows, orphans, the disabled and alone, who will care for their plight?
The Great Harmony, a cruel jest, I cry out against its might.
So many young lives, lost without a sound,
On battlefields, in streets, next door, and in foreign ground.

He wore black for those locked away in their cell,
Those who committed crimes, for whom we bear no spell.
He wore black to mourn the departed souls,
To mourn the failures, the marginalized, taking their tolls.
Unless this world, my love, shows a glimmer of light,
He'll forever be the Man in Black, shrouded in night.
He wore black to remind us of our hypocrisy's sting,
All that charity and goodwill, a deceptive, hollow thing.

Singing this song, "Wayfaring Stranger," in my dream,
I saw you, my dear, still dressed in black's dark gleam.
You told me to never give up the fight,
To use music to change the world, to make it right.
Forty long years have passed us by,
Has anything changed, from the Man in Black's cry?
This world still has children starving each day,
Unable to learn, in homes broken and gray.

Johnny Cash, up in heaven, how do you see?
Looking down at us, are we barely passing, if we?
Singing, singing, for decades I've sung,
Always singing the songs that you have strung.
The suffering cry out for redemption's embrace,
Twilight of the Gods, grace a forgotten space.
Never heard of Jesus, is hell deserved, they plea,
Unaware of Buddha, should they care, you and me?

Singing, singing, eternally I sing,
Helplessly, a song that never ends, it will always ring.

Singing, singing, helplessly I sing,
How long must I sing this never-ending thing?

Singing, singing, why do I still sing?
How long must I sing this never-ending thing?

How long must I sing this never-ending thing?

How long must I sing?