一个公认木讷寡言的男生,借助最后一次名正言顺的机会突然端着酒杯走到某个清丽女生面前,这一幕大概在无数的散伙饭场合上演过。是语无伦次地袒露心声,抑或只红着脸碰一下杯,这并不重要,关键地是在于他在内心深处已经如同哈姆雷特一样进行过一个王子“to go or not to go”的艰难抉择,是对自己执着的青春过往和未来不可知命运的一次交待、一种了断。也许有少数知情者敲击着酒杯唯恐天下不乱地起哄,也许女生一反娇羞的忸怩心照不宣地一饮而尽,这都是只有散伙饭才有的真实、忘情和破釜沉舟的别意。
03月 22, 2007 at 12:20 pm
· Filed under 北京一夜 ·
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BLACK IS THE COLOR OF MY TRUE LOVE’S HAIR
I. The First Version I’ve heard
Black, black, black is the color of my true love’s hair
黑色,是我心上人头发的颜色
His lips are like some rosey fair 他的嘴唇如同玫瑰般润泽
The finest face and the neatest hands 优雅的双手和美好的面庞
I love the ground where on he stands 我钟情于他停留过的每个地方
I love my love and well he knows 我如此爱他而他从来知道
I love the grass where on he goes 我钟情于他经过的每一株青草
If he on earth no more I did see 如果不能再见到他的身影
My life will quickly fade away. 我的生命便会转瞬凋落
I’ll climb up the mountain for to mourn and weep 我将在无人的山峰上哀伤哭泣
For satisfied, I’ll never sleep 为此,彻夜不再休息
I’ll write to you in a few little lines 我为你写下那些隐秘的情话
I’ll suffer death ten thousand times 千百次在死亡的痛苦中挣扎
The winter is past and the leaves are green 严冬就这样过去而绿叶复苏
The time is gone that we have seen 时光的流逝我们历历在目
But still I long for the day to come 而我依然等着那一天的到来
When you and I will be as one. 那一天,我们融为一体
Black, black, black is the color of my true love’s hair
黑色,是我心上人头发的颜色
His lips are like some rosey fair 他的嘴唇如同玫瑰般润泽
The finest face and the neatest hands 优雅的双手和美好的面庞
I love the ground where on he stands 我钟情于他停留过的每个地方
Black, black, black is the color of my true love’s hair
黑色,黑色,黑色。黑色是我心上人头发的颜色。
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II. Another Version
Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile
and the gentlest hands
and I love the ground whereon she stands
I go to the Clyde where I mourn and weep
For satisfied I never can be
And I write her a letter just a few short lines
And I suffer death a thousand times
For black is the color of my true love’s hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile
and the gentlest hands
and I love the ground whereon she stands
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
And I wish the day it soon will come
When she and I could be as one
III. The NBest Version by Nina Simone
Black is the color of my true love’s hair
His face so soft and wondrous fair
The purest eyes
and the strongest hands
I love the ground on where he stands
I love the ground on where he stands
Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Oh I love my lover
and where he goes
yes, I love the ground on where he goes
And still I hope
that the time will come
when he and I will be as one
when he and I will be as one
So black is the color of my true love’s hair
Black is the color of my true love’s hair
Black is the color of my love so fair
Black is her body, so firm, so bold
Black is her beauty, her soul of gold I carry my love in my arm
Every everywhere
And no matter where I go
She is always thereI remember how she came to me
In a vision of my mind
I remember how she said to me
Don’t ever look behindShe said: Look ahead,
and I would see, someone is always loving me
Her picture is painted in my memory
Without the color of distain
And no matter where I go
She is always there