歌手：Sinead O\'connor
A Perfect Indian
sing by Sinead O\'Cornner
A Perfect Indian is he
完美的印第安人就是他
Remembering him life is sweet
记住他生活就很甜蜜
Like a weeping willow
像一支哭泣的垂柳
His face on my pillow
他的脸就在我的枕边
Comes to me still in my dreams
甚至我我竟入梦乡仍然会出现
And there I saw a young baby
在那，我看见一个年轻的男孩子
A beautiful daughter was she
像个一个美丽的女儿
A face from a painting
就像是从画中走出来的一样
Red cheeks and teeth aching
被牙痛的脸颊也红红的
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea
她的眼睛像狂野的爱尔兰大海
On a table in her yellow dress
桌上放着她的黄色裙子
For a photograph feigned happiness
照相时假装着很幸福
Why in my life is that the only time
为什么那是我生命中唯一的一刻
That any of you will smile at me
各式各样的你都会对着我笑
I\'m sailing on this terrible ocean
我正在讨厌的海上航行
I\'ve come for my self to retrieve
我就像要在练习衔回猎物训练一样
Too long have I been feeling like Lir\'s children
我像个孩子已经很长时间了
And there\'s only one way to be free
这是我唯一自由的方式
He\'s shy and he speaks quietly
他很害羞也很安静
He\'s gentle and he seems to me
他很绅士也看着我
Like the elf-arrow
像小爱神的箭
His face worn and harrowed
他的脸痴痴的
Is he a daydreamer like me
他是个像我一样做白日梦的人吗？