A Perfect Indian - Sinéad O'Connor
A Perfect Indian is he
他是个完美的印第安人
Remembering him life is sweet
回忆他的生活是甜蜜的
Like a weeping willow
像杨柳
His face on my pillow
他的脸在我的枕头上
Comes to me still in my dreams
一直出现在我的梦中
And there I saw a young baby
而我看到有一个年轻的孩子
A beautiful daughter was she
一个漂亮的小女孩
A face from a painting
从她的脸
Red cheeks and teeth aching
红的面颊和洁白的牙齿
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea
她的眼睛像狂野的爱尔兰海
On a table in her yellow dress
在她黄色的裙子
For a photograph feigned happiness
为了拍照假装幸福
Why in my life is that the only time
为什么这是我生命中唯一的一次
That any of you will smile at me
任何人都在对我微笑
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
我在这可怕的海洋中航行
I've come for my self to retrieve
我来为了找回自我
Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children
太长的时间了，我觉得自己像是Lir的孩子
And there's only one way to be free
和只有一个方法可以自由
He's shy and he speaks quietly
他是害羞的，他平静地说
He's gentle and he seems to me
他是温柔的，他似乎对我
Like the elf-arrow
像精灵的箭
His face worn and harrowed
他脸上带着疲惫和痛苦
Is he a daydreamer like me
他是一个做白日梦的人喜欢我
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
我在这可怕的海洋中航行
I've come for my self to retrieve
我来为了找回自我
Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children
太长的时间了，我觉得自己像是没有自由的孩子
only one way to be free
而只有一个方法可以自由