Текст и перевод песни Will Pan feat. 紀佳松 Blue J - 街頭詩人

街頭詩人

遠方教堂鐘聲跟著節拍 出乎意外的合奏
我口中的詩句自編自演卻沒有人懂
等待留芳百世或許千年以後 我流浪街頭
帶著自信笑容盡情享受孤獨的光榮

閉上眼 我坐在台階上靜靜的聆聽
我放輕鬆深呼吸 感覺這前所未有的平靜
街道喧鬧著 我在這沉著面對著
這場二選一的人生 結果不是失敗那就一定會是勝利

或許 我的心底曾經為此覺得恐懼
但我如今已經克服我不再感覺猶豫
我會用我的詩句贏得最後的勝利
我轉身 我將步入人群 我向前去
我微笑 我睜開眼 我腳踏地
我拿起我的筆 展開我的旅行

Yo people come on, come on, yo
'Cause it's a glory day, it's our glory day, come on
Yo people come on, come on, yo
'Cause it's a glory day, it's our glory day, come on

遠方教堂鐘聲跟著節拍 出乎意外的合奏
我口中的詩句自編自演卻沒有人懂
等待留芳百世或許千年以後 我流浪街頭
帶著自信笑容盡情享受孤獨的光榮

我問我自己 若是失敗誰會嘆息
有誰會難過啜泣
我知道情緒都會變成我的詩句
鐘聲響起安撫我面對人生的天敵
我絕不會輸
握緊勇氣我一定會獲得最後的勝利
但是我不需要你們的肯定
我要大口呼吸思緒空氣
抓緊靈感之後毫不留餘地
因為我都知道
成敗在一念之間
變垃圾或是真正的經典
文筆瞄準感動胸口
讓所有的人淚流滿面
像一把劍 用盡思緒打造鍛煉
我從不管挑戰者是誰
我流暢的文彩在腦中健步如飛
閉上眼睛面對未知的畏懼
每當我張開眼睛
我要迎接的是勝利
因為我知道我曾經為止付出
多少努力
所有付出的辛苦
此刻也將會得到回應
我只想贏過我自己
因為再多的對手其實也只是練習
我不會放棄 這五個字我送給你
我不會放棄 我用勝利
為我的人生打造我的一字一句

遠方教堂鐘聲跟著節拍 出乎意外的合奏
我口中的詩句自編自演卻沒有人懂
等待留芳百世或許千年以後 我流浪街頭
帶著自信笑容盡情享受孤獨的光榮

最後的榮耀 不會全場注目的驕傲
不管能有多快 多屌多強多罩
只是虛容的外表
我的驕傲並非來的自豪
我的王國我一手打造
我的音調充滿勁道
像城堡般屹立不搖
你聽得懂我說的嗎
挫折並不能夠將我的靈魂打倒
我站立 抹去眼角的血滴
走向廣場望去
我的詩像一道命令
沒人在我面前站起
白紙上是我的國度我的世界
我的領域
鐘響 宣告著勝利
作品屬於我的榮譽
我不會再說一次
所以請聽好詩裡的字字珠機
就像一個烙印 會在歷史留下痕跡
雙腳踏上堅定步伐是我對詩句
節奏的定義
街頭詩人 踩著未來向前進
我的詩句來自街頭
詩人花了時間拼湊
主教看了皺著眉頭
不會造句否定成就
我們選擇流浪街頭
街頭傳奇永遠不朽

遠方教堂鐘聲跟著節拍 出乎意外的合奏
我口中的詩句自編自演卻沒有人懂
等待留芳百世或許千年以後 我流浪街頭
帶著自信笑容盡情享受孤獨的光榮

Street Poet

The church bells in the distance follow the beat, an unexpected ensemble.
The poetry in my mouth is self-written and self-performed, but no one understands.
Waiting to be remembered for centuries, perhaps a thousand years later, I'm a street wanderer.
With a confident smile, I enjoy the glory of solitude.

I close my eyes, I sit on the steps, listening quietly.
I relax, take a deep breath, and feel this unprecedented peace.
The street is noisy, but I face it calmly.
This life of choosing one or the other, the result isn't failure, it's sure to be victory.

Maybe my heart used to be afraid of this.
But I've overcome it now, I no longer feel hesitant.
I will use my poetry to win the final victory.
I turn, I will enter the crowd, I will move forward.
I smile, I open my eyes, I stand on the ground.
I pick up my pen, I begin my journey.

Yo people come on, come on, yo
'Cause it's a glory day, it's our glory day, come on
Yo people come on, come on, yo
'Cause it's a glory day, it's our glory day, come on

The church bells in the distance follow the beat, an unexpected ensemble.
The poetry in my mouth is self-written and self-performed, but no one understands.
Waiting to be remembered for centuries, perhaps a thousand years later, I'm a street wanderer.
With a confident smile, I enjoy the glory of solitude.

I ask myself, if I fail, who will sigh?
Who will be sad and cry?
I know emotions will turn into my poetry.
The bell tolls, calming me to face life's enemy.
I will never lose.
Holding onto courage, I will definitely win the final victory.
But I don't need your confirmation.
I want to take deep breaths of thought and air.
After grabbing inspiration, I will leave nothing behind.
Because I know
Success and failure are just a thought away.
Becoming trash or a true classic.
My writing aims at touching the heart.
To make everyone cry tears.
Like a sword, I forge and refine it with all my thoughts.
I don't care who the challengers are.
My smooth prose races in my mind.
I close my eyes to face unknown fears.
Whenever I open my eyes
I will greet victory.
Because I know I've put in
so much effort.
All the hard work I've put in
will be answered now.
I just want to win over myself.
Because all the opponents are just practice.
I won't give up, these five words I give to you.
I won't give up, I'll use victory
To build my life with every word I write.

The church bells in the distance follow the beat, an unexpected ensemble.
The poetry in my mouth is self-written and self-performed, but no one understands.
Waiting to be remembered for centuries, perhaps a thousand years later, I'm a street wanderer.
With a confident smile, I enjoy the glory of solitude.

The final glory, not the pride of being in the spotlight.
No matter how fast, how cool, how strong, how good you are.
It's just a hollow appearance.
My pride doesn't come from arrogance.
My kingdom, I built it with my own hands.
My tone is full of strength.
It stands firm like a castle.
Can you understand what I'm saying?
Setbacks can't break my spirit.
I stand, wiping away the blood from my eyes.
I walk to the square, look out.
My poetry is like a command.
No one stands in front of me.
The white paper is my kingdom, my world.
My domain.
The bell tolls, proclaiming victory.
My work belongs to my honor.
I won't say it again.
So listen carefully to the words of the poem.
Like a brand, it will leave a mark on history.
My feet on a firm path are my definition of
poetry's rhythm.
Street poet, stepping towards the future.
My poetry comes from the streets.
The poet spent time piecing it together.
The bishop looked, frowning.
He can't negate achievement by not forming sentences.
We choose to wander the streets.
Street legend is forever.

The church bells in the distance follow the beat, an unexpected ensemble.
The poetry in my mouth is self-written and self-performed, but no one understands.
Waiting to be remembered for centuries, perhaps a thousand years later, I'm a street wanderer.
With a confident smile, I enjoy the glory of solitude.