没有梦想的人不伤心

我最爱去的唱片店
昨天是她的最后一天
曾经让我陶醉的碎片
全都散落在街边
我最爱去的书店
她也没撑过这个夏天
回忆文字流淌着怀念
可是已没什么好怀念
可是你曾经的那些梦
都已变得模糊看不见
那些为了理想的战斗
也不过是为了钱
可是我最恨的那个人
他始终没死在我面前
还没年轻就变得苍老
这一生无解
没有我的空间
没有我的空间
没有我的空间
没有我的空间

你曾热爱的那个人
这一生也不会再见面
你等在这文化的废墟上
已没人觉得你狂野
那些让人敬仰的神殿
只在无知的人心中灵验
我住在属于我的猪圈
这一夜无眠

我不要在失败孤独中死去
我不要一直活在地下里
物质的骗局
匆匆的蚂蚁
没有文化的人不伤心
我不要在失败孤独中死去
我不要一直活在地下里
物质的骗局
匆匆的蚂蚁
没有文化的人不伤心
他不伤心

我最爱去的唱片店
昨天是她的最后一天
曾经让我陶醉的碎片
全都散落在街边
我最爱去的书店
她也没撑过这个夏天
回忆文字流淌着怀念
已不能怀念

我不要在失败孤独中死去
我不要一直活在地下里
物质的骗局
匆匆的蚂蚁
没有文化的人不伤心
我不要在失败孤独中死去
我不要一直活在地下里
物质的骗局
匆匆的蚂蚁
没有文化的人不伤心
他不会伤心

我不要在失败孤独中死去
我不要一直活在地下里
物质的骗局
匆匆的蚂蚁
没有文化的人不伤心
我不要在失败孤独中死去
我不要一直活在地下里
物质的骗局
匆匆的蚂蚁
没有文化的人不伤心
他不会伤心
他不会伤心
他不会伤心
他不会伤心
他也会伤心
他也会伤心
他也会伤心
伤心

English #1 – The Uneducated Don’t Feel Sad

My favorite record shop
Yesterday being the last day of her life
Those pieces of music that once enchanted me
Are now scattered on the street
My favorite book store
Also didn’t live past this summer
Words drenched with nostalgia
But now there’s nothing to be nostalgic about
Those hopes and dreams you once had
Are now blurred and invisible
Those struggles for your dreams
Are merely for money and material
But I didn’t get to watch the archnemesis that I once hated the most
Die painfully in front of me
Now I’m old before having a chance to be young
Such is the great puzzle of life
There’s no place for me
There’s no place for me
There’s no place for me
There’s no place for me

The one person that you once loved
You’ll never see again for the rest of your life
Lingering on this great cultural rubble
No one thinks you’re in anymore
Those temples that are awe-inspiring on the surface
Only answer the prayers of the ignorant
Living in my pig pen
Sleepless tonight

I don’t want to die in failure and solitude
I don’t want to live in the basement for the rest of my life
The great swindle of materialism
Lives like scurrying ants
Those who are uneducated don’t feel sad
I don’t want to die in failure and solitude
I don’t want to live in the basement for the rest of my life
The great swindle of materialism
Lives like scurrying ants
Those who are uneducated don’t feel sad
No, he doesn’t feel sad

My favorite record shop
Yesterday being the last day of her life
Those pieces of music that once enchanted me
Are now scattered on the street
My favorite book store
Also didn’t live past this summer
Words drenched with nostalgia
No, can’t be nostalgic now any longer

I don’t want to die in failure and solitude
I don’t want to live in the basement for the rest of my life
The great swindle of materialism
Lives like scurrying ants
Those who are uneducated don’t feel sad
I don’t want to die in failure and solitude
I don’t want to live in the basement for the rest of my life
The great swindle of materialism
Lives like scurrying ants
Those who are uneducated don’t feel sad
No, he doesn’t feel sad

I don’t want to die in failure and solitude
I don’t want to live in the basement for the rest of my life
The great swindle of materialism
Lives like scurrying ants
Those who are uneducated don’t feel sad
I don’t want to die in failure and solitude
I don’t want to live in the basement for the rest of my life
The great swindle of materialism
Lives like scurrying ants
Those who are uneducated don’t feel sad
No, he doesn’t feel sad
He doesn’t feel sad
He doesn’t feel sad
He doesn’t feel sad
Yes, he does feel sad
He does feel sad
He does feel sad
Feel sad

Submitted by Siretul Dolhasca