Medley: Turn! Turn! Turn!(To Everything There Is A Season) (Live at the Fillmore West, San Francisco, CA - February 1969/Mr. Tambourine Man/Eight Miles High) - The Byrds

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To everything - turn turn turn

万物皆有时 轮回更迭

There is a season - turn turn turn

四季有序 周而复始

And a time to every purpose under heaven

苍穹之下 万事皆有时节

A time to be born a time to die

降生有时 逝去有时

A time to plant a time to reap

播种有时 收获有时

A time to kill a time to heal

杀戮有时 治愈有时

A time to laugh a time to weep

欢笑有时 哭泣有时

To everything - turn turn turn

万物皆有时 轮回更迭

There is a season - turn turn turn

四季有序 周而复始

And a time to every purpose under heaven

苍穹之下 万事皆有时节

A time of war a time of peace

战火纷飞时 和平降临日

A time of war a time of peace

战火纷飞时 和平降临日

A time you may embrace

相拥有时

A time to refrain from embracing

克制亦有时

Hey Mister Tambourine Man play a song for me

铃鼓先生啊 请为我奏一曲

I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to

我毫无睡意 却无处可去

Hey Mister Tambourine Man play a song for me

铃鼓先生啊 请为我奏一曲

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you

在这叮当作响的清晨 我将随你而去

Take me for a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship

带我登上你那魔法旋转之舟

All my senses have been stripped

我的感官已被剥离

And my hands can't feel to grip

双手无力紧握

And my toes too numb to step

双脚麻木难行

Wait only for my boot heels to be wanderin'

只待我的靴跟开始流浪

I'm ready to go anywhere I'm ready for to fade

我已准备好远行 随时准备消逝

On to my own parade cast your dancin' spell my way

将你舞动的魔法 洒向我的游行队伍

I promise to go under it

我愿沉醉其中 永不醒来

Hey Mister Tambourine Man play a song for me

铃鼓先生啊 请为我奏一曲

I'm not sleepy and there ain't no place I'm goin' to

我毫无睡意 却无处可去

Hey Mister Tambourine Man play a song for me

铃鼓先生啊 请为我奏一曲

In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you

在这叮当作响的清晨 我将随你而去

Eight miles high and when you touch down

穿越八英里高空 当你降落时

You'll find that it's stranger than known

会发现这世界比想象更奇妙

Signs in the street that say where you're going

街头路标指引着你的方向

Are somewhere just being their own

却只是自顾自地伫立一方

Nowhere is there warmth to be found

在这片土地寻不见温暖

Among those afraid of losing their ground

人人惶恐失去立足的地方

Rain gray town known for its sound

阴雨绵绵的灰色音律之都

In places small faces unbound

角落里浮现无拘的面庞

Round the squares huddled in storms

广场上人群蜷缩于风暴

Some laughing some just shapeless forms

有人欢笑 有人化作虚无模样

Sidewalk scenes and black limousines

人行道上的景象与黑色豪华轿车

Some living some standing alone

有人活着有人孤独伫立