a perfect indiansinead o'connor

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歌手：Sinead O'connor
A Perfect Indian
sing by Sinead O'Cornner
A Perfect Indian is he
Remembering him life is sweet
Like a weeping willow
His face on my pillow
Comes to me still in my dreams
And there I saw a young baby
A beautiful daughter was she
A face from a painting
Red cheeks and teeth aching
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea
On a table in her yellow dress
For a photograph feigned happiness
Why in my life is that the only time
That any of you will smile at me
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
I've come for my self to retrieve
Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children
And there's only one way to be free
He's shy and he speaks quietly
He's gentle and he seems to me
Like the elf-arrow
His face worn and harrowed
Is he a daydreamer like me


她是完美的印第安人
记忆中的她是如此温柔
就象垂柳
她的脸在我枕边
走近了我的梦
在梦中我看见一个魅力四射的姑娘
她是一个美丽的女孩
一张从画上走出来的脸
红红的脸颊，让人心疼的牙

眼睛象原始的爱尔兰海洋
穿着黄色的童装躺在桌子上
为了拍照而假装快乐
为什么在我生活中那是唯一的梦
你给我的任何一个微笑
对於我都是拯救
感觉像个孩子
这是唯一的方法让我得到自由

她羞怯平静地倾诉
她对我是那么温柔
象中了丘比特的箭
她的面容憔悴又痛苦
她和我一样在幻想吗
我正在这美妙的海上帆行
我要拯救我的一生
感觉像个孩子
这是唯一的方法让我得到自由