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南音 – Khalil Fong 方大同

Khalil Fong 方大同

南音 lyrics with English translation

Language
Chinese
Level
Advanced
Genre
Pop
Length
3:36
  1. 他的墨镜

    In his sunglasses,

  2. 看不到多么

    the moon over Erquan is hidden in a blur,

  3. 只记得少年

    only memories of youth remain,

  4. 练习二胡琴弦出了

    practicing the erhu, the strings drew blood red.

  5. 十四岁失明

    Blind at thirty-four,

  6. 怎么双眼寻找自己光荣

    how does he use his eyes to seek his glory?

  7. 时候

    As a child, playing the waves of sand,

  8. 他们他是天才儿童

    they called him a prodigy,

  9. 可是一个画面

    but in the next scene,

  10. 就走街头贩卖他的

    he walks the streets selling his childhood dreams.

  11. 喧哗酒家拥挤小巷

    In the bustling alley of the noisy tavern,

  12. 拉著等待

    He waits for someone to feel something for him,

  13. 音乐

    The music, no one understands.

  14. 因为真的

    Tips need others to know, for he's really quite poor.

  15. 漆黑风中烛光

    In the pitch-black north wind, amidst the flickering candlelight,

  16. 他想总能人们奏出彩虹

    He believes he can always play a rainbow for the people.

  17. 音乐自己

    The music knows itself.

  18. 一样听众沿途点亮 命运灯笼

    There are still listeners lighting up the lanterns of his fate along the way.

  19. 不管

    In the two springs reflecting the moon, he doesn't care about fame or fortune,

  20. 墨镜

    In the round, dark sunglasses.

  21. 出塞自有歌颂

    To find joy within, as the wise Empress steps beyond the gate, there are voices that sing her praise.

  22. 他人不穷

    Others may be poor, but their names are not.

  23. 人穷志不穷音乐证明有用

    Others may be impoverished, yet their spirits are rich; music proves they have worth.

  24. 回家路上老婆

    On the way home, with his wife beside him,

  25. 扶著一曲感动

    Supporting him as they play that one song that touches the heart.

  26. 不知道路过听到

    Unaware of those passing by who may hear it,

  27. 免费没有因此心痛

    Wondering if the free offerings cause any heartache.

  28. 可是一个画面

    Yet in the next scene,

  29. 就走街头贩卖他的

    He walks the streets, selling his childhood dreams.

  30. 喧哗酒家拥挤小巷

    In the bustling tavern, in the crowded alley.

  31. 拉著等待

    He waits, clutching, for someone to be moved for him

  32. 音乐

    No one understands the music

  33. 因为真的

    He needs support, for he truly is very poor

  34. 漆黑风中烛光

    In the pitch-black north wind, amidst the flickering candlelight

  35. 他想总能人们奏出彩虹

    He believes he can always play a rainbow for the people

  36. 一样听众沿途点亮 命运灯笼

    The audience still lights up the lanterns of his destiny along the way

  37. 不管

    In the moonlit reflections of Erquan, he doesn't care about fame or not

  38. 亲爱听众

    My dearest audience

  39. 想像他们脸孔流泪

    Imagining their faces, teary or full of spring breeze

  40. 老爸英雄 慈祥脸孔

    Dad is his hero, with his kind and gentle face

  41. 渐渐地消逝

    Fading gently in the sound of southern strings,

  42. 漆黑风中烛光

    In the pitch-black north wind, amidst the flickering candlelight,

  43. 拉著等待

    He waits, holding on, for someone to feel for him,

  44. 喧哗酒家拥挤小巷

    In the bustling alleys of the noisy tavern,

  45. 拉著等待

    He waits, holding on, for someone to feel for him,

  46. 音乐

    The music, it's lost on the crowd,

  47. Tips should come from understanding,

  48. 沿途点亮 命运灯笼

    Lighting the lanterns of his destiny along the way,

  49. 不管

    In the moonlit reflection of the Erquan spring, he cares not for fame or fortune.

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Key vocabulary

光荣guāng róng
honor7
tighten7
慈祥cíxiáng
kind7
歌颂gē sòng
praise7
沿途yán tú
along the way7
贩卖fànmài
sell7
joy3
一样yí yàng
same1
xià
below1
one1

About this song

Khalil Fong 方大同 was a Hong Kong singer, songwriter, and producer who made multilingual soul-pop. He emerged in 2005 with Soul Boy and gained international recognition with Journey to the West, winning a Golden Melody award for Best Male Artist.

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南音

zàidejìng

In his sunglasses,

kàndàoèrquándeyuèyìngyǒuduōmeménglóng

the moon over Erquan is hidden in a blur,

zhīdeshàoniánshí

only memories of youth remain,

liànzhùèrshíqínxiánchūlexuèhóng

practicing the erhu, the strings drew blood red.

sānshísuìhòushīmíngle

Blind at thirty-four,

zěnmeyòngshuāngyǎnxúnzhǎodeguāngróng

how does he use his eyes to seek his glory?

xiǎoshíhòuzòuzhùlàngtáoshā

As a child, playing the waves of sand,

menshuōshìtiāncáiértóng

they called him a prodigy,

shìxiàhuàmiàn

but in the next scene,

jiùzǒuzàijiētóufànmàizhùdetóngmèng

he walks the streets selling his childhood dreams.

xuānhuájiǔjiāzhōngyōngdexiǎoxiàngzhōng

In the bustling alley of the noisy tavern,

zhùděngdàizhùshuíwèiérdòngróng

He waits for someone to feel something for him,

yīnyuèméiréndǒng

The music, no one understands.

shǎngyàoréndǒngyīnwèizhēndehěnqióng

Tips need others to know, for he's really quite poor.

hēiběifēngzhōngpiāomiǎodezhúguāngzhōng

In the pitch-black north wind, amidst the flickering candlelight,

xiǎngzǒngnéngwèirénmenzòuchūcǎihóng

He believes he can always play a rainbow for the people.

yīnyuèdǒng

The music knows itself.

yàngyǒutīngzhòng沿yándiǎnliàng mìngyùndedēnglong

There are still listeners lighting up the lanterns of his fate along the way.

èrquányìngyuè cáiguǎnhónghóng

In the two springs reflecting the moon, he doesn't care about fame or fortune,

yuányuándejìng

In the round, dark sunglasses.

yuánzhāojūnchūsàiyǒurénsòng

To find joy within, as the wise Empress steps beyond the gate, there are voices that sing her praise.

rénqióngmíngqióng

Others may be poor, but their names are not.

rénqióngzhìqióngyīnyuèzhèngmíngyǒuyòng

Others may be impoverished, yet their spirits are rich; music proves they have worth.

huíjiāshangyóulǎo

On the way home, with his wife beside him,

chānzhùzòuzhùcáizuìgǎndòng

Supporting him as they play that one song that touches the heart.

zhīdàoguòdetīngdàode

Unaware of those passing by who may hear it,

miǎnfèideyǒuméiyǒuyīnxīntòng

Wondering if the free offerings cause any heartache.

shìxiàhuàmiàn

Yet in the next scene,

jiùzǒuzàijiētóufànmàizhùdetóngmèng

He walks the streets, selling his childhood dreams.

xuānhuájiǔjiāzhōngyōngdexiǎoxiàngzhōng

In the bustling tavern, in the crowded alley.

zhùděngdàizhùshuíwèiérdòngróng

He waits, clutching, for someone to be moved for him

yīnyuèméiréndǒng

No one understands the music

shǎngyàoréndǒngyīnwèizhēndehěnqióng

He needs support, for he truly is very poor

hēiběifēngzhōngpiāomiǎodezhúguāngzhōng

In the pitch-black north wind, amidst the flickering candlelight

xiǎngzǒngnéngwèirénmenzòuchūcǎihóng

He believes he can always play a rainbow for the people

yàngyǒutīngzhòng沿yándiǎnliàng mìngyùndedēnglong

The audience still lights up the lanterns of his destiny along the way

èrquányìngyuè cáiguǎnhónghóng

In the moonlit reflections of Erquan, he doesn't care about fame or not

zuìqīnàidetīngzhòng

My dearest audience

xiǎngxiàngmendeliǎnkǒngliúlèihuòmǎnliǎnchūnfēng

Imagining their faces, teary or full of spring breeze

lǎoshìyīngxióng xiángdeliǎnkǒng

Dad is his hero, with his kind and gentle face

jiànjiànxiāoshìzàinányīndeqínshēngzhōng

Fading gently in the sound of southern strings,

hēiběifēngzhōngpiāomiǎodezhúguāngzhōng

In the pitch-black north wind, amidst the flickering candlelight,

zhùděngdàizhùshuíwèiérdòngróng

He waits, holding on, for someone to feel for him,

xuānhuájiǔjiāzhōngyōngdexiǎoxiàngzhōng

In the bustling alleys of the noisy tavern,

zhùděngdàizhùshuíwèiérdòngróng

He waits, holding on, for someone to feel for him,

yīnyuèméiréndǒng

The music, it's lost on the crowd,

shǎngyàoréndǒng

Tips should come from understanding,

沿yándiǎnliàng mìngyùndedēnglong

Lighting the lanterns of his destiny along the way,

èrquányìngyuè cáiguǎnhónghóng

In the moonlit reflection of the Erquan spring, he cares not for fame or fortune.