歌词翻译 (中文 → 英文)
Queen in the South
Whistles of the gale withered lunatic men,
breaking painting strokes spasmodic
I transformed into your shadow,
seeming to be not that sad anymore
Gradually you soften in the twilight,
bringing to me my world
I pick up some bits of time,
out of which I weave your winter clothes
I would gently pat the rain off my body
and entrust my home to you
Flying o'er mountains and rivers,
you fall into my arms, drunk
But my dear, our dream is still on its way,
staggering and hurrying
You tear the night apart and weep o'er the wishes
and your tears fill my chest
My hands would grow older and older
while you would become younger
Annual rings would flow in my body
but have mercy to you
We light up a torch and immolate
love,
henceforth regretless yet destitute
I would select the most beautiful picture frame
to mount your appearance twenty years hence