星期天（Sloth） - 沈以誠 перевод на английский

星期天（Sloth）

星期天老睜不開眼
我一到星期天就無聊得睜不開眼

我每次到星期天幹什麽都無聊得睜不開眼
我每次感到無聊藝術哲學就會建議我要不要出去抽根煙
然後我就再燒給靈魂一點點紙錢
反正你不會愚蠢到對自己的荒唐人生許願

What's wrong?
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
人類總是在幻覺中沈淪互相搪塞很多消遣
Escape, escape, escape

打不開 快樂沒服務器
我在期待一場太空級別的除夕
沒人習慣性呼吸從未覺得自己故意
我和你的距離隔著一盤妒忌

Hey, ho-ho-oh
Oh-oh-oh, hey-hey

我每次到星期天幹什麽都無聊得睜不開眼
我每次感到無聊藝術哲學就會建議我要不要出去抽根煙
然後我就再燒給靈魂一點點紙錢
反正你不會愚蠢到對自己的荒唐人生許願
Escape, escape, escape

打不開 快樂沒服務器
我在期待一場太空級別的除夕
沒人習慣性呼吸從未覺得自己故意
我和你的距離隔著一盤妒忌

打不開 快樂沒服務器
我在期待一場太空級別的除夕
沒人習慣性呼吸從未覺得自己故意
我和你的距離隔著一盤妒忌

打不開 快樂沒服務器
我在期待一場太空級別的除夕
沒人習慣性呼吸從未覺得自己故意
我和你的距離隔著一盤妒忌

打不開 快樂沒服務器
我在期待一場太空級別的除夕
沒人習慣性呼吸從未覺得自己故意
我和你的距離隔著一盤妒忌

Sunday (Sloth)

Can't open my eyes on Sunday
Every Sunday, I'm so bored I can't even open my eyes, darling.

Every Sunday, I'm so bored with everything I can't open my eyes.
Whenever I'm bored, art and philosophy suggest I go out for a smoke.
Then I burn a little more paper money for my soul.
Anyway, you wouldn't be foolish enough to wish upon your own absurd life.

What's wrong, babe?
Nah-nah-nah-nah-nah-nah
Humans are always lost in illusions, giving each other a lot of distractions.
Escape, escape, escape

Can't open it, happiness server is down.
I'm waiting for a space-level New Year's Eve.
No one breathes habitually, never feeling intentional.
The distance between you and me is a plate of jealousy.

Hey, ho-ho-oh
Oh-oh-oh, hey-hey

Every Sunday, I'm so bored with everything I can't open my eyes.
Whenever I'm bored, art and philosophy suggest I go out for a smoke.
Then I burn a little more paper money for my soul.
Anyway, you wouldn't be foolish enough to wish upon your own absurd life.
Escape, escape, escape

Can't open it, happiness server is down.
I'm waiting for a space-level New Year's Eve.
No one breathes habitually, never feeling intentional.
The distance between you and me is a plate of jealousy.

Can't open it, happiness server is down.
I'm waiting for a space-level New Year's Eve.
No one breathes habitually, never feeling intentional.
The distance between you and me is a plate of jealousy.

Can't open it, happiness server is down.
I'm waiting for a space-level New Year's Eve.
No one breathes habitually, never feeling intentional.
The distance between you and me is a plate of jealousy.

Can't open it, happiness server is down.
I'm waiting for a space-level New Year's Eve.
No one breathes habitually, never feeling intentional.
The distance between you and me is a plate of jealousy.