GardenofBruises_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
They said kids just fight
他们说孩子就是打架
I said no kids remember
我说不 孩子是会记得的
Every slap echoes through dinner
每一巴掌在晚餐时回荡
every tear grows a trigger
每一滴眼泪都长成扳机
shh garden of bruises
嘘 淤青的花园
Twin fists in a sandbox revolution
沙坑里的双拳革命
tiny wars born of home pollution
小小的战争从家庭污染中诞生
Teacher smiles says they’ ll grow out
老师笑说他们会长大的
but roots drink screams not doubt
可根喝下的是尖叫不是怀疑
Fifty years of fear in a nursery rhyme
五十年的恐惧藏在儿歌里
father’ s curse becomes the child’ s crime
父亲的咒成了孩子的罪
The toy breaks not from play
玩具坏掉不是因为玩
but from what parents didn’ t say
而是因为父母没说的话
My boy hides under plastic sun
我的儿子躲在塑料太阳下
learning jabs like lessons undone
学拳就像学不会的课
We whisper defense like bedtime prayer
我们在睡前低声祈祷
don’ t hit back just beware
不要还手 只要警惕
But violence is a language first learned in walls
但暴力是一种先在墙里学的语言
where love ricochets down hall after hall
爱在走廊里一遍又一遍反弹
We all bloom in a garden of bruises
我们都开花在淤青的花园里
petals made of pain our family chooses
花瓣由家族选择的痛组成
Lullabies loaded like tiny excuses
摇篮曲装满小小的借口
we sing we swing the root never loses
我们唱 我们荡 根从未输
yeah la la la la la cry for mama bang for karma boom
啦啦啦啦啦 为妈妈哭 为业力轰
Dad yells Mom folds baby screams in C minor
爸爸吼 妈妈忍 宝宝哭在C小调
future gang signs hiding in the highchair liner
未来的帮派手势藏在儿童椅套
Bottle turns to fist pacifier to knife
奶瓶成拳 安抚奶嘴成刀
and the playground starts rehearsing adult life
操场开始排练成年生活
You think you raise a kid but it’ s a mirror farm
你以为你养的是孩子 其实是镜子农场
love mutates to harm alarm to charm
爱变异成伤 警报化为魅力
Every don’ t cry plants a bomb in the throat
每一句别哭都在喉咙里种下炸弹
every be strong rewires the code
每一句要坚强都在改写代码
These twins ain’ t demons they’ re feedback loops
那对双胞胎不是恶魔 而是回音环
little radios broadcasting broken troops
小收音机播放破碎的士兵
Their house is a thunderstorm in replay
他们的家是重播的雷暴
lightning hits breakfast every day
闪电每天击中早餐
They hit others so the thunder leaves
他们打别人是为了让雷停
trying to edit the film no one believes
试图剪辑没人相信的电影
We all bloom in a garden of bruises
我们都开花在淤青的花园里
petals made of pain our family chooses
花瓣由家族选择的痛组成
Lullabies loaded like tiny excuses
摇篮曲装满小小的借口
we sing we swing the root never loses
我们唱 我们荡 根从未输
yeah la la la la la cry for mama bang for karma boom
啦啦啦啦啦 为妈妈哭 为业力轰
Dear god of small apartments
小公寓的神啊
why do our echoes raise the next generation
为什么我们的回声养大下一代
Why do dining tables become war rooms
为什么餐桌成了战场
Why do love letters rot into accusations
为什么情书烂成控诉
Every curse we mutter in the kitchen
厨房里骂出的每个词
becomes graffiti in a child’ s cognition
都成了孩子脑中的涂鸦
Every silence is a loaded gun
每一次沉默都是一把上膛的枪
every look is a lesson on how to run
每一个眼神都是逃跑的课
I see my kid’ s eyes switch channels me then her
我看到儿子的眼睛换频道 先是我 然后她
like ghosts swapping bodies in a blur
像鬼魂交换身体模糊一瞬
He’ s only three but he maps the war
他才三岁 已经绘制战争地图
knows who the monster is behind each door
知道每扇门后藏着哪个怪物
The twins my son the parents me
那对双胞胎 我的儿子 父母和我
we’ re just echoes in a family tree
不过是家族树里的回声
Roots of hate branches of fear
仇恨的根 恐惧的枝
fruit that looks like love this year
结出的果 今年像爱
Feed the soil or feed the curse
喂养土壤 或喂养诅咒
we’ re gardeners rehearsing the universe
我们是宇宙的园丁排练着轮回
Pull the weeds they scream from below
拔掉杂草 他们从地下喊
but weeds are stories we’ re scared to show
杂草是我们不敢展示的故事
We all bloom in a garden of bruises
我们都开花在淤青的花园里
petals made of pain our family chooses
花瓣由家族选择的痛组成
Lullabies loaded like tiny excuses
摇篮曲装满小小的借口
we sing we swing the root never loses
我们唱 我们荡 根从未输
But maybe maybe if we bleed right
但也许 也许如果我们流血正确
the soil learns light
土壤就学会了光
and from this madness sprouts something bright
而这场疯狂中能长出一点明亮
yeah la la la la la cry for mama bang for karma boom
啦啦啦啦啦 为妈妈哭 为业力轰
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