Текст и перевод песни 王傑 - 心瘾

心瘾

當告別了戀人 當我落魄失魂
總會面對黑暗 揚言別再流淚犧牲
當我習慣一人 當我在腦海自製興奮
想起女伴背部美感 眼部那樣性感
又會身心解禁
找個外表吸引動人 天性自私的女人

人怎會越愛越要恨 我越怕越接近
我越近越覺沒有天份
開始總想到先發制人
對方到最後變獵人
人怎會越愛越過份 我越錯越要問
我越問越是未稱心
當找到服從枕邊人
心癮 又會想偷一個吻

當我習慣一人 當我在腦海自製興奮
想起女伴背部美感 眼部那樣性感
又會身心解禁
找個外表吸引動人 天性自私的女人

人怎會越愛越要恨 我越怕越接近
我越近越覺沒有天份
開始總想到先發制人
對方到最後變獵人
人怎會越愛越過份 我越錯越要問
我越問越是未稱心
當找到服從枕邊人
心癮 又會想偷一個吻

身邊好友每說到愛情 永遠說得漂亮
即使真相那有勝過一仗

人怎會越愛越要恨 我越怕越接近
我越近越覺沒有天份
開始總想到先發制人
對方到最後變獵人
人怎會越愛越過份 我越錯越要問
我越問越是未稱心
當找到服從枕邊人
心癮 又會想偷一個吻

Heart Addiction

When I bid farewell to my lover, when I'm down and out
I always face the darkness, vowing never to shed a tear
When I get used to being alone, when I create excitement in my mind
I remember the beauty of a woman's back, the sexiness of her eyes
And my body and mind are released
I find an attractive and alluring woman who is naturally selfish

How can it be that the more I love, the more I hate? The more I fear, the closer I get
The closer I get, the less talented I feel
I start to think about striking first
And in the end, the other person becomes the hunter
How can it be that the more I love, the more I go overboard? The more I am wrong, the more I ask
The more I ask, the less satisfied I am
When I find someone who submits to me in bed
My addiction, I want to steal a kiss

When I get used to being alone, when I create excitement in my mind
I remember the beauty of a woman's back, the sexiness of her eyes
And my body and mind are released
I find an attractive and alluring woman who is naturally selfish

How can it be that the more I love, the more I hate? The more I fear, the closer I get
The closer I get, the less talented I feel
I start to think about striking first
And in the end, the other person becomes the hunter
How can it be that the more I love, the more I go overboard? The more I am wrong, the more I ask
The more I ask, the less satisfied I am
When I find someone who submits to me in bed
My addiction, I want to steal a kiss

My friends always talk about love in a beautiful way
Even if the truth is not as good as winning a battle

How can it be that the more I love, the more I hate? The more I fear, the closer I get
The closer I get, the less talented I feel
I start to think about striking first
And in the end, the other person becomes the hunter
How can it be that the more I love, the more I go overboard? The more I am wrong, the more I ask
The more I ask, the less satisfied I am
When I find someone who submits to me in bed
My addiction, I want to steal a kiss