歌词翻译 (英文 → 中文)
年幼的红雀
去吧！
奇怪的是在夜里发生
昨天的花蕾是明日的花朵
那些说数字的人，不肯接受伟大的宽恕者
强大的男人举起手和传递
我们牵挂着所有的迷信
当我们的思绪在日内瓦里反复思量E8理论和弦理论
太阳埋藏自己，收起笑容
等待着早晨，它又可以出现了
噢，年幼的红雀
在树上筑巢
噢，听见我们的歌
在我那里保持着你的稚气
一，二，三，四！
奇怪的是在夜里发生
白尾鹿在放牧，狼在噬
旧爱的鬼魂在松树里掠过
尼古丁宝宝出生时没有了脊柱
海神在挥动他的三叉戟
我们用暴君的骨头来生火
太阳在尘土和吵闹里退出
等待着早晨，它又可以出现了
噢，年幼的红雀
在树上筑巢
噢，听见我们的歌
在我那里保持着你的稚气
年幼的红雀起飞了
天黑时才回到巢里
世上有很多事你不必知道
年幼的红雀起飞了
天黑时才回到巢里
世上有很多事你不必知道
噢，年幼的红雀
在树上筑巢
噢，听见我们的歌
在我那里保持着你的稚气
噢，年幼的红雀
噢，年幼的红雀
噢，年幼的红雀
噢，年幼的红雀
噢
奇怪的是在夜里发生
昨天的花蕾是明日的花朵
那些说数字的人，不肯接受伟大的宽恕者
强大的男人举起手和传递
我们牵挂着所有的迷信
当我们的思绪在日内瓦里反复思量E8理论和弦理论
太阳埋藏自己，收起笑容
等待着早晨，它又可以出现了
噢，年幼的红雀
在树上筑巢
噢，听见我们的歌
在我那里保持着你的稚气
一，二，三，四！
奇怪的是在夜里发生
白尾鹿在放牧，狼在噬
旧爱的鬼魂在松树里掠过
尼古丁宝宝出生时没有了脊柱
海神在挥动他的三叉戟
我们用暴君的骨头来生火
太阳在尘土和吵闹里退出
等待着早晨，它又可以出现了
噢，年幼的红雀
在树上筑巢
噢，听见我们的歌
在我那里保持着你的稚气
年幼的红雀起飞了
天黑时才回到巢里
世上有很多事你不必知道
年幼的红雀起飞了
天黑时才回到巢里
世上有很多事你不必知道
噢，年幼的红雀
在树上筑巢
噢，听见我们的歌
在我那里保持着你的稚气
噢，年幼的红雀
噢，年幼的红雀
噢，年幼的红雀
噢，年幼的红雀
噢
原始歌词 (English)
Young Cardinals
Go!
Strange things happen in the nighttime hour
Yesterday’s buds are tomorrow’s flowers
Those who speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver
And powerful men raise their hands and deliver
All the superstitions to which we all cling
While high minds in Geneva ponder e8 vs. string
The sun hides itself concealing its grin
And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again.
Oh young cardinals
Nesting in the trees
Oh hear our songs
Reign your innocence on me
One, two, three, four!
Strange things happen in the nighttime hours
White tails graze and wolves devour
Ghosts of old loves are blowing through the pines
Nicotine babies being born with no spines
The god of the sea is swinging his trident
We stoke our fires with the bones of tyrants
The sun, it retreats through the dust and the din
And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again
Oh young cardinals
Nesting in the trees
Oh hear our songs
Reign your innocence on me
Young cardinals take flight
Return to nest in the black of night
There are things you were not meant to know
Young cardinals take flight
Return to nest in the black of night
There are things you were not meant to know
Oh young cardinals
Nesting in the trees
Oh hear our songs
Reign your innocence on me
Oh young cardinals
Oh young cardinals
Oh young cardinals
Oh young cardinals
Oh
Strange things happen in the nighttime hour
Yesterday’s buds are tomorrow’s flowers
Those who speak numbers, refuse the great forgiver
And powerful men raise their hands and deliver
All the superstitions to which we all cling
While high minds in Geneva ponder e8 vs. string
The sun hides itself concealing its grin
And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again.
Oh young cardinals
Nesting in the trees
Oh hear our songs
Reign your innocence on me
One, two, three, four!
Strange things happen in the nighttime hours
White tails graze and wolves devour
Ghosts of old loves are blowing through the pines
Nicotine babies being born with no spines
The god of the sea is swinging his trident
We stoke our fires with the bones of tyrants
The sun, it retreats through the dust and the din
And waits for the dawn to reveal itself again
Oh young cardinals
Nesting in the trees
Oh hear our songs
Reign your innocence on me
Young cardinals take flight
Return to nest in the black of night
There are things you were not meant to know
Young cardinals take flight
Return to nest in the black of night
There are things you were not meant to know
Oh young cardinals
Nesting in the trees
Oh hear our songs
Reign your innocence on me
Oh young cardinals
Oh young cardinals
Oh young cardinals
Oh young cardinals
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