A Perfect Indian

a perfect indian is he 他是一个完美的印地安人
remembering him life is sweet 想起他 生活就是甜的
like a weeping willow 就象杨柳拂面
his face on my pillow 就象他的脸在我的枕头上
comes to me still in my dreams 梦里 他总是向我走来
and there i saw a young baby 我看到一个婴儿
a beautiful daughter was she 她是一个漂亮的女儿
a face from a painting 她的脸象画里的一样
red cheeks and teeth aching 红红的面颊 让人心疼的牙
her eyes like a wild irish sea 她的眼睛象狂热的爱尔兰海
on a table in her yellow dress 她穿着黄色的衣服站在桌子上
for a photograph feigned happiness 为了拍照 她会假装幸福
why in my life is that the only time 为什么在我的生活中那只是唯一的一次
that any of you will smile at me 你始终在向我微笑
i'm sailing on this terrible ocean 我一直是在航行在可怕的海洋上
i've come for my self to retrieve 我来只是为了找回自我
too long have i been feeling like lir's children 很久以来我感觉我就是lir的孩子
and there's only one way to be free 我只有一条路获得自由
he's shy and he speaks quietly 他害羞又沉默寡言
he's gentle and he seems to me 他温温尔雅 在我眼中
like the elf-arrow 他象精灵射出的箭
his face worn and harrowed 他的脸色疲倦而忧伤
is he a daydreamer like me 他象我一样 是一个白日梦患者
i'm sailing on this terrible ocean 我航行在可怕的大海上
i've come for my self to retrieve 我来这里只是想找回自我
too long have i been feeling like lir's children 很久以来我感觉我就是lir的孩子
and there's only one way to be free 我只有一条路获得自由