A Perfect Indian

A Perfect Indian is he
那是一个完美的印第安人
Remembering him life is sweet
想起他的生活总是甜甜的
Like a weeping willow
像一棵哭泣的柳树
His face on my pillow
他的脸对着我 枕在我的枕头上
Comes to me still in my dreams
这样的一幕仍旧出现在我梦里
And there I saw a young baby
梦里我看见一个小婴儿
A beautiful daughter was she
她是一个美丽的小女孩
A face from a painting
像画般美丽的脸庞
Red cheeks and teeth aching
红红的脸颊 小小的牙齿
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea
她的眼睛像流淌着奔放的爱尔兰海水
On a table in her yellow dress
她的黄色连衣裙在桌子上
For a photograph feigned happiness
就像一张幸福浮现的照片
Why in my life is that the only time
为什么我的人生里
That any of you will smile at me
只有你会对我笑
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
我在狂烈的海浪里航行
I've come for my self to retrieve
为的是找回我自己
Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children
这么久以来我都觉得自己是个流浪者
And there's only one way to be free
只有这样我才能得到自由
He's shy and he speaks quietly
他那么害羞 轻声细语
He's gentle and he seems to me
他看向我的眼神那么绅士
Like the elf-arrow
就像爱神的箭刺向我
His face worn and harrowed
他的脸带着疲痛苦惫
Is he a daydreamer like me
他是不是也像我一样是个空想家
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean
我在狂烈的海浪里航行
I've come for my self to retrieve
为的是找回我自己
Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children
这么久以来我都觉得自己是个流浪者
And there's only one way to be free
只有这样我才能得到自由