Текст и перевод песни 許慧欣 - 威尼斯迷路

威尼斯迷路

埋葬那些不愉快的过去
未来飘著cappuccino香气 我离开了你
丢掉你送给我的旧毛衣 没有行李
我一个人旅行

飞过层层的白云
到陌生的国度里
也许就可以把你忘记

让我在威尼斯迷路 独自狂欢庆祝
用孤单的舞步 编织成华丽的演出
就把自己放逐 在直觉的地图
也不必去在乎 谁会是幸福归属

听著圣马可广场的钟响
漫步在那黄金色的阶梯 我伪装自己
面具也无法遮盖的忧伤 无处躲藏
随著裙摆飘荡

嘉年华歌舞升平
前世今生的欢愉
谁在乎是现实或梦境

让我在威尼斯迷路 独自狂欢庆祝
用孤单的舞步 编织成华丽的演出
就把自己放逐 在直觉的地图
也不必去在乎 谁会是幸福归属（嘿耶）

Ciao! Santa Lucia
孤挺花飘香 泪湿的脸庞
从今以后 我不再贪图
摇摆的幸福 悲伤已落幕

在威尼斯迷路 独自狂欢庆祝
用孤单的舞步 编织成华丽的演出
就把自己放逐 在直觉的地图
也不必去在乎 谁会是幸福归属

让我在威尼斯迷路 独自狂欢庆祝
用孤单的舞步 编织成华丽的演出
就把自己放逐 在直觉的地图
也不必去在乎
威尼斯 最美丽的迷路

Venice Lost

Burying those unpleasant past
The future wafts with the aroma of cappuccino, I left you behind
Discarding the old sweater you gifted me, without any baggage
I travel alone

Flying over layers of white clouds
To an unfamiliar foreign land
Perhaps then I can forget you

Let me get lost in Venice, celebrating and reveling alone
With solitary dance steps, weaving an extravagant performance
Exiling myself on the map of intuition
Without needing to contemplate who my happiness belongs to

Listening to the chiming bells of St. Mark's Square
Strolling along those golden steps, I disguise myself
The sorrow that even a mask cannot conceal, has nowhere to hide
Waltzing along with the sway of my dress

The carnival is lively and merry
Delights of past and present lives
Who cares if it's reality or a dream

Let me get lost in Venice, celebrating and reveling alone
With solitary dance steps, weaving an extravagant performance
Exiling myself on the map of intuition
Without needing to contemplate who my happiness belongs to (hey yeah)

Ciao! Santa Lucia
Tuberose blooms its fragrance, tears moisten my cheeks
From now on, I will no longer covet
The vacillating happiness, the sorrow has ended

Lost in Venice, celebrating and reveling alone
With solitary dance steps, weaving an extravagant performance
Exiling myself on the map of intuition
Without needing to contemplate who my happiness belongs to

Let me get lost in Venice, celebrating and reveling alone
With solitary dance steps, weaving an extravagant performance
Exiling myself on the map of intuition
Without needing to contemplate
Venice, the most beautiful place to be lost