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-Sinead O'Connor
A Perfect Indian is he
他是一个完美的印地安人
Remembering him life is sweet
想起他生活就是甜的
Like a weeping willow
就象杨柳拂面
His face on my pillow
梦里他总是向我走来
Comes to me still in my dreams
就象他的脸在我的枕头上
And there I saw a young baby
我看到一个婴儿
A beautiful daughter was she
她是一个漂亮的女儿
A face from a painting
她的脸象画里的一样
Red cheeks and teeth aching
红红的面颊让人心疼的牙
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea
她的眼睛象狂热的爱尔兰海
On a table in her yellow dress
她穿着黄色的衣服站在桌子上
For a photograph feigned happiness
为了拍照她会假装幸福
Why in my life is that the only time
为为什么在我的生活中那只是唯一的一次
That any of you will smile at me
你始终在向我微笑
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
我一直是在航行在可怕的海洋上
I've come for my self to retrieve
我来只是为了找回自我
Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children
很久以来我感觉我就是lir的孩子
And there's only one way to be free
我只有一条路获得自由
He's shy and he speaks quietly
他害羞又沉默寡言
He's gentle and he seems to me
他温温尔雅在我眼中
Like the elf-arrow
他象精灵射出的箭
His face worn and harrowed
他的脸色疲倦而忧伤
Is he a daydreamer like me
他象我一样是一个白日梦患者
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
我航行在可怕的大海上
I've come for my self to retrieve
我来这里只是想找回自我
Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children
很久以来我感觉我就是lir的孩子
And there's only one way to be free
我只有一条路获得自由