A Dustland Fairytale

Dustland fairytale beginin
一個虛構童話開始
Just another white trash county kiss
這只不過是另一個純潔虛無的小郡之吻
Sixty one
時間走到六十一秒
Long Brown hair and foolish eyes
那棕色長發和天真的眼睛

看起來就像你曾企及
Look just like you want him to
那些貴族身上老套的合金飾品
Some kind of slick chrome American prince
一首憂鬱的牛仔小夜曲
A blue jean serenade
月亮河對我做了什麼
Moon river whatd You do to me
但我不想相信你
But I dont believe you
灰姑娘穿著派對禮服

但她卻在尋找一件舒適的睡衣
Saw Cinderella in a party dress but
我看到惡魔蜷曲著它的雙手
She was looking for a night gown
他已準備好了最後通牒
I saw the devil warping up his hands
我看到那瞬間我轉過臉
hes getting ready for the show down
我今晚在池塘中得到我的報酬
I saw the minute that I turn away
變化在啟示的偽裝中到來
I got my money on a pond tonight
讓他的靈魂安息於烈火

她說她知道他一定會來
Change came in disguised of revelation
然而數十年消逝就像石沉大海
Set his soul on fire
航行的我們固執地認為上帝會給我們希望
She said shed always knew hed come around
但卻依然恐懼
And the decades disappear like sinking
我們始終不明白
Ships we persevere god gives us hope
記憶是天堂的毒藥
But we still fear
停滯擱淺被肆意摧殘著
We dont know
吊橋正在收起
The mind is poison castle in the sky
灰姑娘穿著派對禮服
Sit stranded vandalized
但她卻在尋找一件舒適的睡衣
The draw bridge is closing
我看到惡魔蜷曲著它的雙手

他已準備好了最後通牒
Saw Cinderella in a party dress but
我看見結局是他們翻過了這一頁
She was looking for a night gown
我揮灑我的鈔票而後逃離
I saw the devil warping up his hands
大峽谷的分界線
hes getting ready for the show down
是翻滾升高的夢
I saw the ending were they turned the page
是不會流動的風
I threw my money and Iran away
到達這裡的好姑娘們死去
Strait to the Vally of the great divide
天空不會落雪

到達這裡的鳥兒停止歌唱
And were the dreams roll high
在這裡的土地無所生長
And were the wind dont blow
在這裡鈴鐺不會響起
Out here the good girls die
在這裡鈴鐺也不會響起
And the sky wont snow
到達這裡的好姑娘們死去
Out here the bird dont sing
那麼現在我的辛德瑞拉你想睡去了嗎
Out here the field dont grow
逃避是多麼的痛苦啊
Out here the bell dont ring
你不知道王國正面臨包圍嗎
Out here the bell dont ring
而每個人都需要你

午夜的太陽是否還有魔力啊
Out here the good girls die
而或你已把它留在第六十一秒

那年輕人眼裡的韻律
Now Cinderella dont you go to sleep
是翻滾升起的美夢啊
Its such a bitter form of refuge
Ahh dont you know the kingdoms under siege
And everybody needs you
Is there still magic in the midnight sun
Or did you leave it back in sixty-one
In the of the cadence in the young mans eyes
And were the dreams roll high