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断线的吉他

一腳一步一步漸漸行到這 一點一滴一滴攏驚你畏寒
無人的那條夜街為何只剩著我底哩流慶汗
找嘸一個所在呼我來相偎
窗外的風在吹找嘸你的影 一顆流浪的心越想越孤單
惦在他鄉的我思思暮暮對你的牽掛
我親像失去孤魂漂泊的鳥隻

窗外的風越吹越大冷淡的光線
漂泊的我孤單的我你甘會想起我
阮親像一隻無魂的孤鳥 找無巢來住
憂愁的我 起叼位找一個海岸乎我來相偎

冷淡的那條夜街為何只剩我 阮親像那支吉它 已經斷了線
找未到快樂的那條歌 找未到相偎的海岸 淒涼的吉它聲
陪我一聲一聲 彈出阮心聲
心愛的人你甘會災影 阮親像那支吉它 已經斷了線
有誰人叫到阮的名 有誰人會凍了解我
漂泊的心 猶原就一步一步慢慢在行

窗外的風越吹越大冷淡的光線
漂泊的我孤單的我你甘會想起我
阮親像一隻無魂的孤鳥 找無巢來住
憂愁的我 起叼位找一個海岸乎我來相偎

冷淡的那條夜街為何只剩我 阮親像那支吉它 已經斷了線
找未到快樂的那條歌 找未到相偎的海岸 淒涼的吉它聲
陪我一聲一聲 彈出阮心聲
心愛的人你甘會災影 阮親像那支吉它 已經斷了線
有誰人叫到阮的名 有誰人會凍了解我
漂泊的心 猶原就一步一步慢慢在行

冷淡的那條夜街為何只剩我 阮親像那支吉它 已經斷了線
找未到快樂的那條歌 找未到相偎的海岸 淒涼的吉它聲
陪我一聲一聲 彈出阮心聲
心愛的人你甘會災影 阮親像那支吉它 已經斷了線
有誰人叫到阮的名 有誰人會凍了解我
漂泊的心 猶原就一步一步慢慢 在行 (嚕嚕哇哇的吉他聲 已經斷了線)

The Broken Guitar String

Step by step, I slowly walked to this place. Each drop of sweat, each breath of cold air, made me worry about you.
Why is this empty street at night only left with me, sweating?
I can’t find a place that welcomes me to snuggle up.
The wind outside is blowing, but I can’t find your shadow. This wandering heart grows lonelier with each passing thought.
In this strange land, I yearn for you, day and night.
I feel like a lost soul, a bird without a home.

The wind outside is blowing stronger, the light is colder.
Will you remember me, I who wander and am lonely?
I’m like a bird without a soul, finding no nest to rest.
I’m filled with sorrow, where can I find a shore to snuggle up on?

Why is this cold street at night only left with me? I’m like a guitar that’s lost its string.
I can’t find the song of happiness, I can’t find a shore to snuggle up on. The melancholy sound of the guitar.
Accompanies me, strumming out my heart’s desires, one note at a time.
My love, do you know, I’m like that guitar, its string is broken.
Who would call out my name? Who would understand me?
My wandering heart, still step by step, slowly keeps moving.

The wind outside is blowing stronger, the light is colder.
Will you remember me, I who wander and am lonely?
I’m like a bird without a soul, finding no nest to rest.
I’m filled with sorrow, where can I find a shore to snuggle up on?

Why is this cold street at night only left with me? I’m like a guitar that’s lost its string.
I can’t find the song of happiness, I can’t find a shore to snuggle up on. The melancholy sound of the guitar.
Accompanies me, strumming out my heart’s desires, one note at a time.
My love, do you know, I’m like that guitar, its string is broken.
Who would call out my name? Who would understand me?
My wandering heart, still step by step, slowly keeps moving.

Why is this cold street at night only left with me? I’m like a guitar that’s lost its string.
I can’t find the song of happiness, I can’t find a shore to snuggle up on. The melancholy sound of the guitar.
Accompanies me, strumming out my heart’s desires, one note at a time.
My love, do you know, I’m like that guitar, its string is broken.
Who would call out my name? Who would understand me?
My wandering heart, still step by step, slowly keeps moving (The guitar’s mournful tune, the string is broken).