Can You Feel My World

你只喜欢我微笑
你决定我的需要
我要怎么说才好
我不是为你制造

关心像是泥沼
拉住我往下掉
爱是漂亮口号
透过你的视角
你把我的喜好
随便删掉
变成你要的调调

你为我好我知道
我都知道
我的烦恼我的骄傲
你却不明了
怎样爱你才好
毕竟黑豹需要自由奔跑
不能满足于拥抱

Can you feel my world
真实的我没办法伪造
Can you take my hands
真诚你会感觉到
Can you feel my world
真实的我没办法伪造
并不想讨好
你才觉得我重要

你只要我有礼貌
其他假装看不到
我要怎么说才好
当我的情绪低潮

关心像是泥沼
拉住我往下掉
爱是漂亮口号
透过你的视角
你把我的喜好
随便删掉
变成你要的调调

你为我好我知道
我都知道
我的烦恼我的骄傲
你却不明了
怎样爱你才好
毕竟黑豹需要自由奔跑

I keep coming back for more
I keep on coming back for more yo

日日夜夜我闭着双眼祈祷
为什么只有我的音乐能够让我依靠
我知道我的世界已经变得越来越小
跑不掉 逃不了
怎么面带着微笑
怎么面对着你才好
怎么眼泪都在掉
怎么嘴嘟着好严肃
这不是哭着就好
什么旋律在我脑袋
一直转一直绕
意志力一直撑着我再一次祷告
帮助我

Can you feel my world
真实的我没办法伪造
Can you take my hands
真诚你会感觉到
Can you feel my world
真实的我没办法伪造
并不想讨好 你才觉得我重要
Can you feel my world
真实的我没办法伪造
Can you take my hands
真诚你会感觉到
Can you feel my world
真实的我没办法伪造
并不想讨好 你才觉得我重要

Can You Feel My World

You only like my smile
You decide my needs.
How can I say it well?
I’m not made for you.

Concern is like a swamp–
it’s pulling me down.
Love is a pretty slogan,
passing through your point of view.
You take my hobbies
and delete them at will–
turning into the tune you wanted.

You are good for me–I know,
I know it all.
But you don’t understand
my problems nor my pride.
How can I love you?
After all, the black panther has to run freely.
I can’t fully embrace you.

Can you feel my world?
The real me can’t fake it.
Can you take my hands?
You have to feel my sincerity.
Can you feel my world?
The real me can’t fake it.
I don’t want to get this outcome–
for you to feel I’m important.

You only want me to have manners-
and to not see the other disguises.
How can I say it well
when my mood is down?

Concern is like a swamp–
it’s pulling me down.
Love is a pretty slogan,
passing through your point of view.
You take my hobbies
and delete them at will–
turning into the tune your wanted.

You are good for me–I know,
I know it all.
But you don’t understand
my problems nor my pride.
How can I love you?
After all, the black panther has to run freely.

I keep coming back for more
I keep on coming back for more yo

Day and night, I close my eyes and pray–
why is it only my music that I can rely on?
I know that my world is getting smaller and smaller–
I cannot run, cannot escape,
how can I wear a smile on my face?
How can I face you well,
how do my tears all fall out?
How can my lips be serious–
and not think crying is good?
What melody is always turning, always coiling
inside my head?
Willpower always props me up to pray again–
help me!

Can you feel my world?
The real me can’t fake it.
Can you take my hands?
You have to feel my sincerity.
Can you feel my world?
The real me can’t fake it.
I don’t want to get this outcome–
for you to feel I’m important.
Can you feel my world?
The real me can’t fake it.
Can you take my hands?
You have to feel my sincerity.
Can you feel my world?
The real me can’t fake it.
I don’t want to get this outcome–for you to feel I’m important.

Submitted by Elda Mengisto