- Lana Del Rey Gods & Monsters 歌词
- Lana Del Rey
- In the land of Gods and Monsters, I was an angel,
在众神与妖魔的地域中，我曾是一位天使
Living in the garden of evil.
在这片不幸的花园中生存
Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed,
焦虑，恐惧，做我所需的任何事
***ning like a fiery beacon.
像火红的灯光般闪烁
You got that medicine I need;
你拥有我所需要的灵药
Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly.
名誉，烈酒，爱情，请缓缓地的全部给予我
Put your hands on my waist, do it softly.
你和缓的将双手环绕在我的腰际
Me and God we don’t get along, so now I sing.
我不会与上帝在一起
.
所以让我在此时放声高歌
没有人可以将我的灵魂带走
No one’s gonna take my soul away,
我困顿于如同吉姆莫里森般的生活
I'm Living like Jim Morrison.
投向了一段混蛋的假日
Headed towards a ****** up holiday.
汽车旅馆，人流拥挤，我便在此时放声高歌
Motel, squeeze, squeeze, and I’m singing;
快呀，全都给我吧，这便是我真正想要的天堂
**** yeah, give it to me, this is heaven, what I truely want.
这是纯真的的迷失
纯真已经迷失
It's innocence lost.
在这众神与妖魔的地域中，我曾是一位天使
Innocence lost.
看起来我们缠绵的很艰苦
.
像一个举止如同真正的歌手的隐瞒身份的赝品
In the land of gods and monsters, I was an angel,
生活如同艺术班费解
Lookin' to get ****** hard.
你拥有我所需要的灵药
Like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer,
在的作用下，让这份感觉飙升，直达心底的欢乐
Life imitates art
我真的不想了解什么对我来说是最好的
You got that medicine I need,
上帝已经死了，我说：宝贝就和我在一起吧
****, shoot it up, straight to the heart please.
没有人可以将我的灵魂带走
I don't really wanna know what's good for me.
我困顿于如同吉姆莫里森般的生活
God's dead, I said 'baby that's alright with me'.
投向了一段混蛋的假日
.
汽车旅馆，人流拥挤，我便在此时放声高歌
No one’s gonna take my soul away,
快呀，全都给我吧，这便是我真正想要的天堂
I'm living like Jim Morrison.
这是纯真的的迷失
Headed towards a ****** up holiday.
纯真已经迷失
Motel, squeeze, squeeze, and I’m singing;
当你说生活就像一部电影时你已让我为之疯狂
**** yeah, give it to me, this is heaven, what I truely want.
应为生活如同艺术般费解
It's innocence lost.
如果我变得在漂亮一点，我就能成为你的宝贝吗？
Innocence lost.
你却告诉我生活没有那么艰难
.
没有人可以将我的灵魂带走
我困顿于如同吉姆莫里森般的生活
When you talk it's like a movie and you're making me crazy,
投向了一段混蛋的假日
Cause life imitates art.
汽车旅馆，人流拥挤，我便在此时放声高歌
If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?
快呀，全都给我吧，这便是我真正想要的天堂
You tell me life isn't that hard.
这是纯真的的迷失
.
纯真已经迷失
No one’s gonna take my soul away,
I'm living like Jim Morrison.
Headed towards a ****** up holiday.
Motel, squeeze, squeeze, and I’m singing;
**** yeah, give it to me, this is heaven, what I truely want.
It's innocence lost.
Innocence lost.
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