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Black Is The Colour — Paul Weller
《是黑色》保罗·惠勒
Black is the color of my true love's hair
黑色，是我心上人的发色
Her lips are like some roses fair
她双唇如玫瑰般娇艳
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
她笑颜至美，纤手至柔
And I love the ground whereon she stands
我爱她脚下的每寸土地
I love my love and well she knows
她深知我爱她如是
I love the ground whereon she goes
我爱她走过的每寸土地
I wish the day it soon would come
我祈盼那再回之期
When she and I could be as one
她将和我合而为一
I go to the Clyde
我走到克莱德河畔
And I mourn and weep
然后我哀恸、哭泣
For satisfied, I never can be
泪水长流不息
I'll write her a letter
我会给她写信
Just a few short lines
只短短几行字
And I owe death a thousand times
于我，却似赴黄泉千万次
Black is the color of my true love's hair
黑色，是我心上人的发色
Her lips are like red roses fair
她双唇如玫瑰般娇艳
She has the sweetest smile
她笑颜至美
And the gentlest hands
纤手至柔
And I love the ground whereon she stands
而我爱她脚下的每寸土地
