Sing For The Moment 歌词翻译

[歌词1]
这些观念对于白人父母来说无异于噩梦
他们最怕的就是有一个染着发并喜欢佩带耳环的孩子
就像他们的言传身教对他不起作用一样
身于一个不允许说脏话的家庭真是可怕
只见他戴着耳机到处走
他孑然一身,遭到冷遇,他不在乎
他是个问题儿童,当谈到他那该死的出走的父亲时,他不吐不快
因为他恨他恨到不愿想起他
但是如果让他再撞到他,他很可能会将他打翻在地
他的想法很疯狂,他怒火中烧,所以他开始反击
开始说唱,他被摇滚与说唱洗脑
他全身都是嘻哈的打扮,穿着宽松的的裤子,围着头巾,戴着绒线帽
他的继父打了他,他便狠狠地回击
打断了他的鼻梁,这是个破碎的家庭
没有约束,他率性而为

[合唱]
来吧...
与我同唱,歌唱那一年
歌唱欢笑,歌唱泪水
与我同唱,歌唱此刻
可能明天,仁慈的主就会带走你

[歌词2]
娱乐界变了,它与黑帮勾结
在一个满是杀手的国度,人们崇拜罪人
要么圣洁要么罪恶,我只有一个朋友
那就是这把枪,孤独,因为没人了解我
可是每个人都认为他们能理解
文字真是很混帐,有时可以很棒
有时却会引人堕落,甚至会教人记恨
孩子们会牢记我们RAPPER歌手说的每一句话
他们崇拜我们,我们的唱片卖到白金销量
怎么TMD会发生这种蜕变呢?
从街头和门厅前的说唱小子
到大红大紫,不用再拍人马屁
但是然后这些批评家又来抨击你,记者们恨不得要毁了你
歌迷们倒戈相向,律师们让你心惊
他们想染指你的每一分钱
每次你一生气,他们都希望你会因此发疯
这样他们就可以将你描述成一个大炮(意为举止无法预料的名人)
他们毫不迟疑的说你携带手枪
这就是为什么那些律师要严厉地控告我
只是想尽快将我赶离那些街道
但是他们的孩子还是会一直虔诚的听着我们的音乐
所以我一边给CD签名,一边出入局子按指纹
这是签给法官的女儿,但是法官却恨我入骨
如果我TMD是个威胁,PETE,这一切就太荒谬了
这一切全是因为政治,如果我在音乐里所说的属实,并且我是个罪犯的话
我TMD还怎么去抚养我的小女儿
什么我根本就不适合做个父亲
你谎话连篇,袭击你的只是我的拳头而已

[合唱]

[歌词3]
他们说音乐能改变人的心智，能传达信息
但是它能将枪上膛，并扣动扳机
好啊，如果它可以的话，下次你袭击了一个家伙
尽管告诉法官那是我的错，然后便等着我被起诉吧
看看孩子们会怎么样呢，那就是听说我携带枪支
然后他们也想要一把，因为他们认为这样东西很COOL
但是他们却并不知道我们只是出于自卫
作为艺人，这样的事当然会影响到我们的销量
真是无知．音乐能反映一个人
我们刚这么说，然后就收到法院的传单
这很荒谬，不是吗？
我们是如何从一无所有到要什么有什么呢？
这就是我为什么要为那些除了梦想和一本说唱杂志之外什么都没有的孩子唱歌的原因
他们老是往墙上贴些招贴画
崇拜着他们最喜欢的RAPPER并熟悉他们的每一首歌
或是为那些生活中有过不幸经历的人们歌唱
他们会在夜深的时候哭泣，希望一死了之
直到他们找到一张说唱唱片作为支柱，然后他们开始欣赏音乐
对于你们，我们什么都不是，但是在他们眼里，我们就是最棒的
所以我们要抓住此刻，尽力拥有它
抓牢它，因为我们认为此刻很宝贵
可能等我们都死去的时候，他们才会才会承认这一点
我们的精神是不朽的，你们会通过我们歌曲中的歌词明白这一点
我们便可以

[合唱 X2]

[Verse 1: Eminem]
These ideas are nightmares to white parents
Whose worst fear is a child with dyed hair and who likes earrings
Like whatever they say has no bearing
It's so scary in a house that allows no swearing
To see him walkin' around with his headphones blarin'
Alone in his own zone, cold and he don't care, he's
A problem child, and what bothers him all comes out
When he talks about his fuckin' dad walkin' out (Bitch!)
'Cause he hates him so bad that he blocks him out
If he ever saw him again he'd probably knock him out
His thoughts are wacked, he's mad so he's talkin' back
Talkin' black, brainwashed from rock and rap
He sags his pants, do-rags and a stockin' cap
His step-father hit him so he socked him back
And broke his nose, his house is a broken home
There's no control, he just lets his emotions go

[Chorus: Steven Tyler (& Eminem)]
(Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

[Verse 2: Eminem]
Entertainment is changin', intertwinin' with gangsters
In the land of the killers a sinner's mind is a sanctum
Holy or unholy, only have one homie
Only this gun, lonely ‘cause don't anyone know me
Yet everybody just feels like they can relate (Huh-uh)
I guess words are a motherfucker, they can be great
Or they can degrade, or even worse, they can teach hate
It's like these kids hang on every single statement we make
Like they worship us, plus all the stores ship us platinum
Now how the fuck did this metamorphosis happen?
From standin' on corners and porches just rappin'
To havin' a fortune, no more kissin' ass
But then these critics crucify you (Yep), journalists try to burn you
Fans turn on you, attorneys all want a turn at you
To get they hands on every dime you have
They want you to lose your mind every time you mad
So they can try to make you out to look like a loose cannon
Any dispute won't hesitate to produce handguns
That's why these prosecutors wanna convict me
Strictly just to get me off of these streets quickly
But all they kids be listenin' to me religiously
So I'm signin' CDs while police fingerprint me
They're for the judge's daughter, but his grudge is against me
If I'm such a fuckin' menace, this shit doesn't make sense, B
It's all political, if my music is literal
And I'm a criminal, how the fuck can I raise a little girl?
I couldn't, I wouldn't be fit to
You're full of shit too, Guerrera, that was a fist that hit you! (Bitch!)

[Chorus: Steven Tyler (& Eminem)]
(Come on!) Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Sing that shit!)
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

[Verse 3: Eminem]
They say music can alter moods and talk to you
Well, can it load a gun up for you and cock it too?
Well, if it can, then the next time you assault a dude
Just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued
See, what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols
And they wanna get one ‘cause they think the shit's cool
Not knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves
We entertainers, of course the shit's affectin' our sales
You ignoramus, but music is reflection of self
We just explain it, and then we get our checks in the mail
It's fucked up, ain't it? How we can come from practically nothin'
To bein' able to have any fuckin' thing that we wanted
That's why we sing for these kids who don't have a thing
Except for a dream and a fuckin' rap magazine (Ha-ha!)
Who post pin-up pictures on they walls all day long
Idolize they favorite rappers and know all they songs
Or for anyone who's ever been through shit in they lives
So they sit and they cry at night, wishin' they'd die
'Til they throw on a rap record and they sit and they vibe
We're nothin' to you, but we're the fuckin' shit in they eyes
That's why we seize the moment, try to freeze it and own it
Squeeze it and hold it ‘cause we consider these minutes golden
And maybe they'll admit it when we're gone, just let our spirits
Live on through our lyrics that you hear in our songs, and we can…

[Chorus: Steven Tyler (& Eminem)]
Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away

[Chorus: Steven Tyler (& Eminem)]
Sing with me (Sing!), sing for the year (Sing it!)
Sing for the laughter and sing for the tear (Come on!)
Sing it with me, it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow the good Lord will take you away