Текст и перевод песни 譚詠麟 - 高妹 - Live

高妹 - Live

啦。。。。。。。。。。。
从来身高 没那么高都不会去羡慕
为何今天 令我仿佛失一点分数
跟你合照 挺胸收腹 总是攀不到
难道不断用力尝试令我双脚企高
我没有六尺高 我却会待你好
我会接受你一切的改造
你似美丽城堡 的一个待嫁的女巫
有着各样法术 一再施法使我迷倒
吃一口送我的蛋糕 以后就不知道
从此 只懂去抬头望你
似对着神圣的海报
做你的俘虏
长期服务 付出不等于你有义务
闲来想想 亦有一点不知所措
感觉就似 听到声音总是触不到
但你一站在人群里便会把你看到 无从投诉
我没有六尺高 我却会待你好
我会接受你一切的改造
你似美丽城堡 的一个待嫁的女巫
有着各样法术 一再施法使我迷倒
吃一口送我的蛋糕 以后就不知道
从此 只懂去抬头望你
似对着神圣的海报
我没有六尺高 我却会待你好
我会接受你一切的改造
你似美丽城堡 的一个待嫁的女巫
有着各样法术 一再施法使我迷倒
吃一口送我的蛋糕 以后就不知道
从此 只懂去抬头望你
似对着神圣的海报
做你的俘虏
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Tall Girl - Live

La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la...
Never been so tall that I would have envied
Why is it that today I feel I'm somehow lacking?
When I take pictures with you, I puff up my chest and suck in my gut, but I still can't reach
Must I keep trying so hard to make my legs taller?
I may not be six feet tall, but I'll treat you well
I'll accept all your modifications
You're like a beautiful castle with a witch waiting to be married
With all kinds of magic spells, casting them again and again to hypnotize me
I eat a bite of your cake, and from then on, I don't know anymore
From now on, I can only look up at you
As if at a sacred poster
Becoming your captive
Serving you for a long time doesn't mean you have an obligation
Thinking about it, I'm a little at a loss
It's like hearing a voice I can't reach
But once you stand in the crowd, I can see you without complaining
I may not be six feet tall, but I'll treat you well
I'll accept all your modifications
You're like a beautiful castle with a witch waiting to be married
With all kinds of magic spells, casting them again and again to hypnotize me
I eat a bite of your cake, and from then on, I don't know anymore
From now on, I can only look up at you
As if at a sacred poster
I may not be six feet tall, but I'll treat you well
I'll accept all your modifications
You're like a beautiful castle with a witch waiting to be married
With all kinds of magic spells, casting them again and again to hypnotize me
I eat a bite of your cake, and from then on, I don't know anymore
From now on, I can only look up at you
As if at a sacred poster
Becoming your captive
Always at your beck and call