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鹿港小镇 – Lo Ta-yu 罗大佑

Lo Ta-yu 罗大佑

鹿港小镇 lyrics with English translation

Language
Chinese
Level
Advanced
Genre
Mandopop
Length
4:44
  1. 假如先生来自鹿港 请问是否看见我的爹娘

    If your husband comes from Lukang town, may I ask if you've seen my parents?

  2. 我家住在妈祖后面 香火杂货

    My home is just behind the Mazu Temple, at that little shop selling incense.

  3. 假如先生来自鹿港 请问是否看见我的爱人

    If your husband comes from Lukang town, may I ask if you've seen my lover?

  4. 当年十八 一颗善良

    Back in the day when I left home, she was already eighteen, with a kind heart and long hair.

  5. 台北不是我的 我的家乡没有霓虹灯

    Taipei is not my home; my hometown has no neon lights.

  6. 鹿港街道 鹿港 妈祖庙里烧香人们

    The streets of Lukang, the fishing village of Lukang, the people burning incense in the Mazu Temple.

  7. 台北不是我的 我的家乡没有霓虹灯

    Taipei is not my home; my hometown has no neon lights.

  8. 鹿港清晨 鹿港黄昏 徘徊文明人们

    The mornings of Lukang, the dusks of Lukang, the people wandering in civilization.

  9. 假如先生回到鹿港 请问是否告诉我的爹娘

    If your husband returns to Lukang town, may I ask if you told my parents?

  10. 台北不是想像黄金天堂 都市没有当初我的梦想

    Taipei isn't the golden paradise I imagined; the city holds none of my original dreams.

  11. 梦里再度回到鹿港 庙里膜拜人们依然虔诚

    In my dreams, I return again to Lukang town, where the worshippers in the temple remain devout.

  12. 岁月掩不住爹娘纯朴笑容 梦中姑娘依然

    Time can't hide the pure smiles of my parents; in my dreams, the girl still has long hair dancing in the air.

  13. 台北不是我的 我的家乡没有霓虹灯

    Taipei isn't my home; my hometown has no neon lights.

  14. 鹿港街道 鹿港 妈祖庙里烧香人们

    The streets of Lukang, the fishing village of Lukang, where the people burn incense in the Mazu temple.

  15. 台北不是我的 我的家乡没有霓虹灯

    Taipei isn't my home; my hometown has no neon lights.

  16. 鹿港清晨 鹿港黄昏 徘徊文明人们

    The mornings of Lukang, the dusks of Lukang, where people wander within civilization.

  17. 再度唱起首歌 我的有风雨声

    Once more, I sing this song, and in my melody, there's the sound of wind and rain.

  18. 不得家园 鹿 当年年轻

    A homeland I can't return to, the little town of Lukang, the young ones who left home back then.

  19. 台北不是我的 我的家乡没有霓虹灯

    Taipei isn't my home; my hometown has no neon lights.

  20. 繁荣都市 过渡 徘徊文明人们

    The bustling city, the transient little town, where people linger in civilization.

  21. 听说他们挖走家乡上了水泥

    I've heard they dug away the red bricks of our hometown to build concrete walls.

  22. 家乡人们得到他们想要 失去他们拥有

    The people of the hometown got what they wanted, yet lost what they had.

  23. 一块斑驳木板刻著这么

    On the door, a weathered wooden board bears these few words:

  24. 子子孙孙保佑 世世代代香火

    May generations be blessed forever, passing down the incense of our lineage.

  25. 鹿港

    The little town of Lukang.

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Key vocabulary

假如jiǎ rú
if5
先生xiān shēng
sir1
来自lái zì
come from2
鹿港lù gǎng
Lugang
zhèn
town6
是否shì fǒu
whether
我的wǒ de
my
爹娘diē niáng
parents
我家wǒ jiā
my home
住在zhù zài
live

About this song

Lo Ta-yu is a Taiwanese singer-songwriter in Mandopop, known for melodic love songs and lyrics that include social and political commentary, with some tracks suppressed in Taiwan and Mainland China during the 1980s. He is considered a cultural icon across Taiwan, Hong Kong, and Mainland China.

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鹿港小镇

jiǎxiānshēnglái鹿gǎngxiǎozhèn qǐngwènshìfǒukànjiàndediēniáng

If your husband comes from Lukang town, may I ask if you've seen my parents?

jiājiùzhùzàimiàodehòumiàn màizhùxiānghuǒdejiāxiǎohuòdiàn

My home is just behind the Mazu Temple, at that little shop selling incense.

jiǎxiānshēnglái鹿gǎngxiǎozhèn qǐngwènshìfǒukànjiàndeàirén

If your husband comes from Lukang town, may I ask if you've seen my lover?

xiǎngdāngniánjiāshíshí yǒushànliángdexīnjuàncháng

Back in the day when I left home, she was already eighteen, with a kind heart and long hair.

táiběishìdejiā dejiāxiāngméiyǒuhóngdēng

Taipei is not my home; my hometown has no neon lights.

鹿gǎngdejiēdào 鹿gǎngdecūn miàoshāoxiāngderénmen

The streets of Lukang, the fishing village of Lukang, the people burning incense in the Mazu Temple.

táiběishìdejiā dejiāxiāngméiyǒuhóngdēng

Taipei is not my home; my hometown has no neon lights.

鹿gǎngdeqīngchén 鹿gǎngdehuánghūn páihuáizàiwénmíngderénmen

The mornings of Lukang, the dusks of Lukang, the people wandering in civilization.

jiǎxiānshēnghuídào鹿gǎngxiǎozhèn qǐngwènshìfǒugàodediēniáng

If your husband returns to Lukang town, may I ask if you told my parents?

táiběishìxiǎngxiàngdehuángjīntiāntáng shìméiyǒudāngchūdemèngxiǎng

Taipei isn't the golden paradise I imagined; the city holds none of my original dreams.

zàimèngzàihuídào鹿gǎngxiǎozhèn miàobàiderénmenránqiánchéng

In my dreams, I return again to Lukang town, where the worshippers in the temple remain devout.

suìyuèyǎnzhùdiēniángchúndexiàoróng mèngzhōngdeniángránchángyíngkōng

Time can't hide the pure smiles of my parents; in my dreams, the girl still has long hair dancing in the air.

táiběishìdejiā dejiāxiāngméiyǒuhóngdēng

Taipei isn't my home; my hometown has no neon lights.

鹿gǎngdejiēdào 鹿gǎngdecūn miàoshāoxiāngderénmen

The streets of Lukang, the fishing village of Lukang, where the people burn incense in the Mazu temple.

táiběishìdejiā dejiāxiāngméiyǒuhóngdēng

Taipei isn't my home; my hometown has no neon lights.

鹿gǎngdeqīngchén 鹿gǎngdehuánghūn páihuáizàiwénmíngderénmen

The mornings of Lukang, the dusks of Lukang, where people wander within civilization.

zàichàngzhèshǒu dezhōngyǒufēngshēng

Once more, I sing this song, and in my melody, there's the sound of wind and rain.

guīdejiāyuán 鹿zhèndexiǎozhèn dāngniánjiādeniánqīngrén

A homeland I can't return to, the little town of Lukang, the young ones who left home back then.

táiběishìdejiā dejiāxiāngméiyǒuhóngdēng

Taipei isn't my home; my hometown has no neon lights.

fánróngdeshì guòdexiǎozhèn páihuáizàiwénmíngderénmen

The bustling city, the transient little town, where people linger in civilization.

tīngshuōmenzǒulejiāxiāngdehóngzhuānshàngleshuǐqiáng

I've heard they dug away the red bricks of our hometown to build concrete walls.

jiāxiāngderénmendàomenxiǎngyàode quèyòushīmenyōngyǒude

The people of the hometown got what they wanted, yet lost what they had.

ménshàngdekuàibāndebǎnzhùzhèmehuà

On the door, a weathered wooden board bears these few words:

sūnsūnyǒngbǎoyòu shìshìdàidàichuánxiānghuǒ

May generations be blessed forever, passing down the incense of our lineage.

鹿gǎngdexiǎozhèn

The little town of Lukang.