Текст и перевод песни 李常超 - 长安姑娘 - 伴奏版

长安姑娘 - 伴奏版

李常超 - 长安姑娘

红尘来去散无痕
醉酒当歌思故人
不见千里万里
悲欢与爱恨
梦中清明雨纷纷
梦外胡笳声阵阵
戏中唱遍人生几回春

琵琶声声拨入几抹春
大漠黄沙暮色染黄昏
故城楼眺望远方的那个人
是否依然等待他归程

黑云压城 白草舞北风
长安姑娘 心系远征人
战鼓声声 铁马破关门
待君归来 一世一双人

红尘来去散无痕
醉酒当歌思故人
不见千里万里
悲欢与爱恨
梦中清明雨纷纷
梦外胡笳声阵阵
戏中唱遍人生几回春

琵琶声声拨入几抹春
大漠黄沙暮色染黄昏
故城楼眺望远方的那个人
是否依然等待他归程
黑云压城 白草舞北风
长安姑娘 心系远征人
战鼓声声 铁马破关门
待君归来 一世一双人

红尘来去散无痕
醉酒当歌思故人
不见千里万里
悲欢与爱恨
梦中清明雨纷纷
梦外胡笳声阵阵
戏中唱遍人生几回春

红尘来去有几轮
醉酒当歌笑俗人
谁知归家一梦
彼岸花上焚
梦中熙熙笑阵阵
梦外凄凄风冷冷
戏外哪像戏中有几春

Chang'an Girl - Instrumental Version

Li Changchao - Chang'an Girl

Red dust comes and goes without a trace
Drunk, I sing, thinking of you, my dear
Not seeing you for thousands upon thousands of miles,
Joy and sorrow, love and hate entwined.
In my dreams, the clear bright rain falls all around,
Outside my dreams, the mournful hujia's sound.
On the stage, I sing through life's fleeting springtimes.

The pipa's strings pluck a touch of spring's embrace,
Desert sands, twilight paints the dusk's soft face.
From the old city walls, gazing at that distant one,
Are you still awaiting my return?

Dark clouds press down, white grass dances in the north wind's sway,
Chang'an girl, her heart yearns for the one far away.
War drums rumble, iron horses breach the gate,
Wait for my return, my love, forever our fate.

Red dust comes and goes without a trace
Drunk, I sing, thinking of you, my dear
Not seeing you for thousands upon thousands of miles,
Joy and sorrow, love and hate entwined.
In my dreams, the clear bright rain falls all around,
Outside my dreams, the mournful hujia's sound.
On the stage, I sing through life's fleeting springtimes.

The pipa's strings pluck a touch of spring's embrace,
Desert sands, twilight paints the dusk's soft face.
From the old city walls, gazing at that distant one,
Are you still awaiting my return?
Dark clouds press down, white grass dances in the north wind's sway,
Chang'an girl, her heart yearns for the one far away.
War drums rumble, iron horses breach the gate,
Wait for my return, my love, forever our fate.

Red dust comes and goes without a trace
Drunk, I sing, thinking of you, my dear
Not seeing you for thousands upon thousands of miles,
Joy and sorrow, love and hate entwined.
In my dreams, the clear bright rain falls all around,
Outside my dreams, the mournful hujia's sound.
On the stage, I sing through life's fleeting springtimes.

How many cycles has the red dust turned?
Drunk, I sing, laughing at the worldly men.
Who knows returning home is but a dream,
Burning on the shores of the other side,
In my dreams, joyous laughter fills the air,
Outside my dreams, the wind blows cold and bare.
Outside the play, unlike within, where are the springs of life we share?