a perfect indian - sinead o'conner
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
即使是流失了许久的记忆
也会同此刻聆听的歌声一起被唤醒
即使经历了许多
那些歌后面藏着的,与你一起分享的
所有的
记忆。。。
幸福。。。
悲伤。。。
眼泪。。。
爱恋。。。
都在此歌声中再现
所以此刻我又聆听这首藏满回忆的歌。
一定要留一首歌在心底
连同那份珍惜着的对往昔的回忆
哪怕是让你时不时心角一处微微发痛
哪怕是让你平静的心底涌现淡淡的感动。。。