Samuel Thomas Fender - Seventeen Going Under 歌词翻译

我记得生病是常事儿
我记得虐杀视频
萧瑟九月
那些我们经历过的路程
那些沙滩上的干仗
还有追着我们跑的警察
下周再重复循环
摇篮里的爱
第一次留下伤疤
为了某个人而让自己难堪
哭得像个孩子
还有那个打了汤姆的头的男孩
至今让我心有余悸
这事儿萦绕不去
而且当你躺着的时候就浮现在你的脑海

我当时太怕他不敢打他
但放现在我会毫不犹豫地打他
这事儿透着一丝怒火
求着留下了
这样就能敲诈你的美貌
让你一无所有
让你伤害那些爱你的人
你伤害他们就好像他们什么都不是
（哦-哦-哦-哦 哦-哦）
你伤害他们就好像他们什么都不是
（哦-哦-哦-哦 哦-哦）
你伤害他们就好像他们什么都不是

看啊，我在生气中渡过少年时代
大多数时候都沉默着
用咧嘴笑来掩饰自己
因为我一直是个他妈的小丑
被他们的笑声淹没了
还有白噪音和小伙子们
更衣室里聒噪的小伙子们
一边灌着廉价饮料一边嘲讽娘娘腔
活像我爸爸
‘天呐，这孩子是个老司机’
‘了不起，但他有点可怜’
‘天呐，这孩子看起来真可怜’
‘天呐，这孩子看起来真可怜’

她说‘还欠着钱，欠着钱，欠着钱！’
所以我想要洗心革面
她流泪了流泪了流泪了
好在幸运降临并再未离开过

我看到的是我的妈妈
劳工部看到的是一串数字
她在被抵押了出去的房子里哭泣

我十七岁破灭
我十七岁破灭
（哦-哦-哦-哦 哦-哦）
我十七岁破灭
（哦-哦-哦-哦 哦-哦）
我十七岁破灭
（哦-哦-哦-哦 哦-哦）
我十七岁破灭
（哦-哦-哦-哦 哦-哦）

I remember the sickness was forever.
I remember snuff videos
.
Cold Septembers,
the distances we covered,
the fistfights on the beach.
The Bizzies
round us up.
Do it all again next week.
An embryonic love,
the first time that it scarred.
Embarrass yourself for someone
crying like a child.
And the boy who kicked Tom’s head in
still bugs me now.
That’s the thing, it lingers
and claws you when you’re down.

I was far too scared to hit him
but I would hit him in a heartbeat now.
That’s the thing with anger,
it begs to stick around
so it can fleece you of your beauty
and leave you spent with nowt
to offer.
Makes you hurt the ones who love you.
You hurt them like they’re nothing.
(Oh-oh-oh-oh... oh-oh...)
You hurt them like they’re nothing.
(Oh-oh-oh-oh... oh-oh...)
You hurt them like they’re nothing.
(Oh-oh-oh-oh... oh-oh...)

See, I spent my teens enraged
spiralling in silence
and I armed myself with a grin
'cause I was always the fuckin' joker
buried in their humour
amongst the white noise and boys' boys,
locker room talkin' lads' lads,
drenched in cheap drink and snide fags.
A mirrored picture of my old man.
'Oh God, the kid’s a dab hand'
'Canny chanter, but he looks sad'
'God, the kid looks so sad!'
'God, the kid looks so sad!'

She said, 'The debt, the debt, the debt!',
so I thought about shifting gear.
And how she wept and wept and wept.
Luck came and died around here.

I see my mother,
the DWP
see a number.
She cries on the floor encumbered,
'I’m seventeen going under!'
I’m seventeen going under.
(Oh-oh-oh-oh... oh-oh...)
I’m seventeen going under.
(Oh-oh-oh-oh... oh-oh...)
I’m seventeen going under.
(Oh-oh-oh-oh... oh-oh...)
I’m seventeen going under.
(Oh-oh-oh-oh... oh-oh...)