Текст и перевод песни 路壹 - Boy (Live at Blue Note Beijing)

Boy (Live at Blue Note Beijing)

男孩临走，爹娘说今后
要靠自己说着帮男孩提了提领口
他亲手，浇了一次花，叫了一声妈
于是他，启程他，有生第一次自己
离开家。那感觉很陌生
乡愁形影不离的很磨人
石头路的花纹，是他的消遣
他闻，着一路淡淡的花香很香甜
他房间，走前那根香烟，也灭了
水仙也谢了，天渐渐，暗的快入夜了
夜和，昼日交接了
他自己盖上被子，安静的哽咽了
男孩，抓紧领口
顶着严苛眼光一直走
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眉间皱了皱
男孩，翩翩起舞
右脚踢起地上的尘土
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眼角揉了揉
男孩学会了社交
学会逢场作戏的诀窍
学校，里学到，的往往不实用
学会了如何避免糜烂在物质中
他交了一些知心的朋友
和他经历一些痴心和分手
和他大笑，打消时间或对海大叫
他发现朋友是麻痹抨击最好的麻药
朋友们各奔东西，为谋生
空气里，不再饱和着笑声
他强颜着挥手告别时
"保持联系" 像是，找点字，充数的告别词
他觉得不散的宴席也散了
他叹了，口气，他说也该习惯了
他发现夜和，昼日交接了
他自己把灯关了，安静的哽咽了
男孩，抓紧领口
顶着严苛眼光一直走
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眉间皱了皱
男孩，翩翩起舞
右脚踢起地上的尘土
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眼角揉了揉
男孩，抓紧领口
有些感觉是说不出口
男孩，翩翩起舞
有些感觉是说不出口
说不出口
男孩，风尘仆仆的赶路
委屈的泪水，被自尊堤栏拦住
他见过有人被现实给击败
体无完肤，仍然对现实抱有期待
他很勤奋， 他有执着的精神
难关都迎刃，而解他工作晋升
高处不胜寒，男孩，向下看
花花世界的一切都变的渺小不堪
可是，男孩并不满足
野心掠夺了他孤独的感触
他当初，所要寻找的已经模糊了
他似乎，把自己纯真的一面说服了
男孩依旧匆匆的赶路
来不及停下来喘气，或弹去身上尘土
终于夜和，昼日交接了,
男孩已经长大，不会再哽咽了
男孩，抓紧领口
顶着严苛眼光一直走
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眉间皱了皱
男孩，翩翩起舞
右脚踢起地上的尘土
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眼角揉了揉
男孩，抓紧领口
顶着严苛眼光一直走
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眉间皱了皱
男孩，翩翩起舞
右脚踢起地上的尘土
有些感觉是说不出口
就像有些烦恼让人抓破了头，眼角揉了揉

Boy (Live at Blue Note Beijing)

Boy as he left, his folks did say
You're on your own from here on, they say as they lift his collar
He watered a plant himself, called out, "Ma!"
Then he set out, he was off, for the first time ever to
Leave home. The feeling felt so strange
Homesickness lingers close, it pains
Designs etched out on stone paths, his entertainment
He smelled, the gentle flower fragrance, so sweet
In his room, before he left, that cigarette, it died
The narcissus also wilted, the sky's getting, dark, it's nearly night
Night and, day are meeting
He pulls the blanket over himself, quietly choking back sobs
Boy, clutch your collar
Face the harsh criticisms head-on
Some emotions are left unsaid
Just like some annoyances make you scratch your head, your brow wrinkled
Boy, dance delicately
Your right foot kicks up the dirt on the ground
Some emotions are left unsaid
Just like some annoyances make you scratch your head, your eyes rubbed
Boy, he's learned to socialize
He's learned the tricks to play along
School, the things you learn, there are often impractical
He's learned to avoid succumbing to materialism
He made some close friends
And experienced some heartbreaks and breakups with them
Laughing together, killing time or shouting at the ocean
He discovered friends are the best painkillers to numb the pain
Friends have to go their separate ways to earn a living
The air, no longer filled with laughter
When he forced a smile to wave goodbye
"Keep in touch" seemed like, searching for words, empty parting words
He felt like the never-ending party's over
He sighed, and said he should be used to it
He realized night and, day are meeting
He turned off the light himself, quietly choking back sobs
Boy, clutch your collar
Face the harsh criticisms head-on
Some emotions are left unsaid
Just like some annoyances make you scratch your head, your brow wrinkled
Boy, dance delicately
Your right foot kicks up the dirt on the ground
Some emotions are left unsaid
Just like some annoyances make you scratch your head, your eyes rubbed
Boy, clutch your collar
Some emotions are left unsaid
Boy, dance delicately
Some emotions are left unsaid
Left unsaid
Boy, he rushes along his journey
Tears of grievance, are blocked by his dam of self-esteem
He's seen some who've been defeated by reality
Battered and bruised, still holding onto hope for reality
He's very diligent, he's got a persistent spirit
Difficulties are all resolved, and he's promoted
The top is lonely, boy, look down
All the glitz and glam of the world seems petty and small
But, boy is not satisfied
Ambition has devoured his sense of solitude
What he was looking for back then has now become unclear
He seems to have convinced himself of his own innocence
Boy still rushes along his journey
No time to stop to catch his breath, or brush off the dirt
Finally, night and, day are meeting,
Boy is grown, no longer sobbing
Boy, clutch your collar
Face the harsh criticisms head-on
Some emotions are left unsaid
Just like some annoyances make you scratch your head, your brow wrinkled
Boy, dance delicately
Your right foot kicks up the dirt on the ground
Some emotions are left unsaid
Just like some annoyances make you scratch your head, your eyes rubbed
Boy, clutch your collar
Face the harsh criticisms head-on
Some emotions are left unsaid
Just like some annoyances make you scratch your head, your brow wrinkled
Boy, dance delicately
Your right foot kicks up the dirt on the ground
Some emotions are left unsaid
Just like some annoyances make you scratch your head, your eyes rubbed