大石碎胸口

渔王还想继续做渔王
可海港已经 不知去向
此刻他醉倒 在洗浴中心
没有潮汐的梦中
胸口已暮色苍茫

肥胖的城市 递给他一个
传统的方法 来克制恐慌
卖掉武器，风暴和喉咙
换取饮食
背叛能让你获得自由

停电之后 暂时摆脱了
坚硬的时刻 倒转的河
肥胖的城市
驱赶着所有 拒绝沉没的人
那首疯狂的歌又响起

电灯熄灭 物换星移 泥牛入海
黑暗好像 一颗巨石 按在胸口
独脚大盗 百万富翁 摸爬滚打
黑暗好像 一颗巨石 按在胸口

English #1 – The Boulder That Crushes the Breast

Translated by Ji Geng, the lyric writer and bass of Omnipotent Youth Society, and a college professor in English. I am just moving the translation he posted online.

The Fisher King wishes to remain the fisher King
but no one knows where the harbor has gone.
Now, he fails drunkenly into the bath house,
into a dream with no tides.
His bosom is decrepit with twilight.

Tho corpulent city extends to him
a traditional means of conquering anxiety:
“The sale of your weapons, your gales, and your voice
in exchange for food and drink.
Self-deceit can buy you freedom.”

When the power is down
the backward-flowing river of this rigid age halts for a time.
The corpulent city
drives a herd of people who refuse to sink,
and that wild chantey resounds again.

The lights are extinguished.
Matter is transformed and the heavens have shifted.
Clay figures vanish into the sea.
The darkness is like a boulder pressing down upon the breast.

The one-legged pirate and the millionaire fumble and grope on their bellies.
The darkness is like a boulder pressing down upon the breast.

Submitted by JingyinSeline

English #2 – The boulder that broke the chest

The Fisher King still wants to be the Fisher King
Already the harbor is nowhere to be found
Now he’s passed out drunk at the public pool
Drowned(?) in the tides of dreams
The chest finished the twilight dusk(?)

The fat city handed him one(?)
The traditional way to keep panic in check
Sell weapons, stormwinds, and throats(?)
In exchange for food and drink
Treason can allow you to become free

A power outage later, temporarily broke free
In a solid(?) moment the river changes course
The fat city
Is driving to refuse(?) all the sinking people
The frantic song echoed out

The lights go out for the stars as an ox into the sea
Dark like a single boulder pushing against the chest
On one foot the old bandit millionaire(?) trained
Dark like a single boulder pushing against the chest

Submitted by puggy31