Текст и перевод песни 毛不易 - 牧馬城市

牧馬城市

游离在大街和楼房
心中是骏马和猎场
最了不起的脆弱迷惘
不过就这样
天外有天有无常
山外有山有他乡
跌了撞了
心还是会老地方
游离于城市的痛痒
错过了心爱的姑娘
宣告世界的那个理想
已不知去向
为所欲为是轻狂
防不胜防是悲伤
后来才把成熟当偏方
当所有想的说的要的爱的都挤在心脏
行李箱里装不下我想去的远方
这来的去的给的欠的算一种褒奖
风吹草低见惆怅
抬头至少还有光
游离在大街和楼房
心中是骏马和猎场
最了不起的脆弱迷惘
不过就这样
天外有天有无常
山外有山有他乡
跌了撞了
心还是会老地方
游离于城市的痛痒
错过了心爱的姑娘
宣告世界的那个理想
已不知去向
为所欲为是轻狂
防不胜防是悲伤
后来才把成熟当偏方
当所有想的说的要的爱的都挤在心脏
行李箱里装不下我想去的远方
这来的去的给的欠的算一种褒奖
风吹草低见惆怅
抬头至少还有光
把烦恼痛了吞了认了算了不对别人讲
谁还没有辜负几段昂贵的时光
若男孩笑了哭了累了
说要去流浪
留下大人的模样
看岁月剑拔弩张
总会有个人成为你的远方

Horse City

Wandering through the streets and buildings,
My heart holds horses and hunting grounds.
The most remarkable vulnerability and confusion,
It's just like this.
Beyond the sky, there's the sky and impermanence,
Beyond the mountains, there are mountains and distant lands.
Falling and stumbling,
My heart still returns to its old place.
Wandering through the city's pain and pleasure,
I missed the girl I loved.
The ideal I declared to the world,
Has lost its way.
Doing as I please is recklessness,
Unpredictable is sorrow.
Later, I took maturity as a remedy.
When all I think, say, want, and love are crammed into my heart,
The suitcase cannot hold the distance I want to go.
The comings and goings, the givings and debts, are a kind of praise.
The wind blows low through the grass, revealing melancholy,
Looking up, at least there is still light.
Wandering through the streets and buildings,
My heart holds horses and hunting grounds.
The most remarkable vulnerability and confusion,
It's just like this.
Beyond the sky, there's the sky and impermanence,
Beyond the mountains, there are mountains and distant lands.
Falling and stumbling,
My heart still returns to its old place.
Wandering through the city's pain and pleasure,
I missed the girl I loved.
The ideal I declared to the world,
Has lost its way.
Doing as I please is recklessness,
Unpredictable is sorrow.
Later, I took maturity as a remedy.
When all I think, say, want, and love are crammed into my heart,
The suitcase cannot hold the distance I want to go.
The comings and goings, the givings and debts, are a kind of praise.
The wind blows low through the grass, revealing melancholy,
Looking up, at least there is still light.
Swallow the troubles, endure the pain, accept it, don't tell others.
Who hasn't wasted some precious time?
If the boy laughs, cries, gets tired,
And says he wants to wander,
Leaving behind the appearance of an adult,
Watching the years draw swords,
There will always be someone who becomes your distant horizon.