— sisuren 的个人博客

it's this the real life
it's this just fantasy
No escape from reality -

Open your eyes

Look up to the skies and see -

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy -

Because I'm easy come, easy go,

A little high, little low,

Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me,

许多年过去了,人们说陈年旧事可以被埋葬,然而我终于明白这是错的.因为往事会自己爬上来。

我不记得那是何年何月的事情了,我只知道记忆与我同在.将美好的往事完美的浓缩起来,如同一笔浓墨重彩,涂抹在我们那已经变得灰白单调的生活画布上.

生活走了，可得到了再失去，总是比从来就没有得到更伤人。

 

Mama, just killed a man,

Put a gun against his head,

Pulled my trigger, now he's dead,

Mama, life had just begun,

But now I've gone and thrown it all away –

为你,千千万万遍.

 

 

Mama,

Didn't mean to make you cry -

If I'm not back again this time tomorrow -

Carry on, carry on, as if nothing really matters -

Too late, my time has come,

Sends shivers down my spine,

Body's aching all the time,

Goodbye everybody - I've got to go -

leave you all behind and face the truth

“我知道，”他从我们的拥抱中挣脱，“安拉保佑，我们等会再庆祝吧。现在，我要去帮你追那只蓝风筝。”他放下卷轴，撒腿就跑，他穿的那件绿色长袍的后褶边拖在雪地上。
“哈桑！”我大喊，“把它带回来！”
 他的橡胶靴子踢起阵阵雪花，已经飞奔到街角的拐角处。他停下来，转身，双手放在嘴边，说：“为你，千千万万遍！”                                                                                                                        

 

Mama,

I don't want to die,

I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all -

I see a little silhouetto of a man,

Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the Fandango -

Thunderbolt and lightning - very very frightening me –                                                                            

拉辛汗在电话里，告诉我那儿有条再次成为好人的路。一条再次成为好人的路．
他知道我看到了小巷里面的一切，知道我站在那儿，袖手旁观。他明知道我背叛了他，然而还是救了我。那一刻我爱上了他，爱他胜过爱任何人，我只想告诉他们，我就是草丛里面的毒蛇，湖底的鬼怪．
罪行只有一种,那就是盗窃.当你杀了一个人,你偷走一条性命,你偷走他妻子身为人妇的权利,夺走他子女的父亲.当你说谎,你偷走别人知道真莫道不消魂相的权利.当你诈骗,你偷走公平的权利.
没有良心,没有美德的人不会痛苦

 

Galileo figaro - Magnifico -

But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me -

He's just a poor boy from a poor family -

Spare him his life from this monstrosity -

Easy come easy go -, will you let me go -

Bismillah! No -, we will not let you go - let him go -

 

我们爬上那座山，靴子踩在泥泞的雪花上吱嘎吱嘎响。没有人开口说话。我们坐在我们的石榴树下，我知道自己犯了个错误。我不应到山上来。我用阿里的菜刀在树干上刻下的字迹犹在：阿米尔和哈桑，喀布尔的苏丹……现在我无法忍受看到这些字。

我再次看着宝丽莱照片上的圆脸,看着阳光落在它上面.我弟弟的脸.哈桑曾经深爱过我,以前无人那样待我,日后也永远不会有．
他已经走了,但他的一部分还在.在喀布尔. 等待.

 

Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me, for me -

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye -

So you think you can love me and leave me to die -

Oh Baby - Can't do this to me baby -

Just gotta get out - just gotta get right outta here -

Nothing really matters,

Anyone can see,

Nothing really matters -, nothing really matters to me

Any way the wind blows

 

当罪恶导致善行时，这就是最大的救孰．
我会迎接它，张开双臂。因为每逢春天到来，它总是每次融化一片雪花。而也许我刚刚看到的，正是第一片雪花的融化。

我追。一个成年人在一群尖叫的孩子中奔跑，但我不在乎。我追。风拂过我的脸庞，我唇上挂着一个像潘杰希尔峡谷那样大大的微笑。

我追．．．