A perfect Indian

A perfect indian is he
他是個印第安人，無可挑剔
Remembering him life is sweet
憶起他的時候，生活甘如飴
Like a weeping willow
有時候，我如那哭泣的垂柳
His face on my pillow
席枕而眠，揮不去他的容顏
Comes to me still in my dreams
在我的夢鄉，他總如約而至
And there I saw a young baby
夢境裡，我曾看到一個嬰孩
A beautiful daughter was she
她是個招人疼愛的寶貝女兒
A face from a painting
她的小臉蛋就像油畫裡那般
Red cheeks and teeth aching
臉頰通紅，小虎牙讓人疼惜
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea
小眼睛宛如波瀾的愛爾蘭海
On a table in her yellow dress
她穿著黃色連衣裙趴在桌上
For a photograph feigned hapiness
在相機按下快門前佯作歡笑
Why in my life is that the only time
為何生命裡那情景曇花一現
That any of you will smile at me
那時你們總是對我笑臉相待
Im sailing on this terrible ocean
現在我卻漂泊於可怖的大海
Ive come for myself to retrieve
孤立無援，不得不自我拯救
Too long have I been feeling like Lirs children
長久以來我像是李爾王之女
And theres only one way to be free
那是唯一可以通往自由的路
Hes shy and he speaks quietly
他害羞靦腆，談吐安詳平靜
Hes gentle and he seems to me
他文質彬彬，而他對我來說
Like the elf-arrow
就像燧石箭頭做成的護身符
His face worn and harrowed
他的容貌歲月蝕刻飽經滄桑
Is he a daydreamer like me
他會像我白日夢般地幻想嗎
Im sailing on this terrible ocean
現在我卻漂泊於可怖的大海
Ive come for myself to retrieve
孤立無援，不得不自我拯救
Too long have I been feeling like Lirs children
長久以來我像是李爾王之女
And theres only one way to be free
那是唯一可以獲得解脫的路