MudRockets&MetalDreams_Imagine_Bunny_幻想邦尼
作词 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
作曲 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
编曲 : Imagine Bunny 幻想邦尼
Yeah
是啊，
We were gods in puddles,
我们是水坑里的神，
Kings of rice- field empires.
稻田帝国的国王。
Paper boats, metal fists,
纸做的船，金属的拳，
Dollar shops drawn in chalk fire.
粉笔火焰画出的廉价商店。
I built a war in the gutter with a stick as my sword,
我在水沟里开战，用树枝当剑，
Plastic soldiers in the mud— they all prayed to the lord.
泥里的塑料士兵，全都向天祈愿。
Cannon blast from the riverbank, BOOM, it’ s divine,
河岸炮声轰鸣——轰！神圣无限，
My battleship’ s a lunchbox, and victory’ s mine.
我的战舰是一只午餐盒，胜利在手边。
Rice fields as trampolines, frogs as spies,
稻田是蹦床，青蛙是间谍，
We launched paper pilots to the smog- stained skies.
我们放飞纸飞机冲向雾霾天。
Parachutes outta napkins, crashed into the weeds,
餐巾当降落伞，坠进荒草丛，
Every fall was science, every bruise was creed.
每一次摔落是科学，每一道伤痕是信仰的梦。
We were psycho little prophets with gasoline hearts,
我们是汽油心脏的小疯子预言家，
Spelling gods out of doodles, making bombs outta parts.
从涂鸦里拼出神，从零件里造出炸。
If the world had a rule, we broke it in rhyme,
世上若有规则，我们就押韵去打破，
Mud on our teeth, yeah, chaos in time.
牙上全是泥——时间乱成诗的火。
Boom! Bang! Fly!
（孩子的回声：“Boom!” “Bang!” “Fly!”）
I drew stone faces— people said they stared back,
我画石头的脸——人说它们会回望，
Built a dollar shop out of chalk, no tax.
粉笔画的商店，不收税不打烊。
Sold dreams on leaf- money, rich by the bell,
叶子当钞票，铃声一响我就富，
Then burned the whole market just to smell the hell.
然后烧光整条街市，只为闻那地狱的烟雾。
Poker wars on the floor, kings kill the queens,
地板上的扑克战争，国王杀皇后，
We bled imagination, drank kerosene dreams.
我们流出想象的血，喝下汽油的梦。
Made gauntlets from tin cans, masks from hell,
铁罐做护手，地狱做面具，
Every cut on the palm was a prophecy spell.
每道掌心的割口，都是一首咒语。
Jump rope— snap!
跳绳——啪！
Gunpowder— clap!
火药——炸！
Wood bike cracked, we patched it with rain.
木头车断了，我们用雨修补。
Hide- and- seek in the graves of grain.
在谷堆的坟里玩捉迷藏。
One eye open, one world fake,
一只眼睁着，一世界是假的，
One word born that language can’ t take.
一个词诞生——语言都容不下它。
Yo, pass the hammer! Light it! Boom!
（“把锤子递来！”／“点火！”／“跑！”／“Boom!”）
I rewrote chess— made bishops bleed,
我改写国际象棋——让主教流血，
Kings ride bikes through electric reeds.
国王骑车穿越电草丛野。
The pawn’ s rebellion, the queen’ s new sin,
卒子起义，皇后犯戒，
We crowned the losers, we let them win.
我们加冕失败者，让他们胜一回。
My brother drew a dollar, said“ Now we rich.”
我兄弟画出一美元，说“咱们发财啦”，
I sold air, he sold glitch.
我卖空气，他卖故障。
We opened a store inside the ditch,
我们在沟里开张，
With angels screaming buy one, get witch!
天使的叫卖声在飘：“买一送巫婆！”
We were psycho little prophets with gasoline hearts,
我们是汽油心脏的小疯子预言家，
Spelling gods out of doodles, making bombs outta parts.
从涂鸦里拼出神，从零件里造出炸。
If the world had a rule, we broke it in rhyme,
世上若有规则，我们就押韵去打破，
Mud on our teeth, yeah, chaos in time.
牙上全是泥——时间乱成诗的火。
Now the gutter’ s dry,
如今水沟干涸，
The rice fields are condos.
稻田盖成公寓。
The wood bike rusted,
木车生锈，
The parachute’ s gone hollow.
降落伞塌陷成虚。
But sometimes
但有时——
when thunder hits the drain,
当雷声击中下水道，
I swear I hear the cannons again.
我发誓仍能听见炮火。
Paper boats exploding in my brain
纸船在脑海爆炸，
BOOM.
轰。
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