《海上钢琴师》
Why why why why why...I think land people waste a lot of time wondering why.Winter comes they can't wait for summer; summer comes they're living drilled of winter.That's why you're never tired of travelling,with chasing some place far away,where there's always summer.That doesn't sound like a good bet to me.
陆上的人喜欢寻根究底,虚度很多的光阴.冬天忧虑夏天的迟来,夏天担心冬天的将至.所以你们不停到处去追求一个遥不可及、四季如夏的地方.我并不羡慕.
All that city.You just couldn’t see the end to it.The end?Please?You please just show me where it ends?It was all very fine on that gangway.And I was grand too,in my overcoat.I cut quite a figure.And I was getting off.Guaranteed.There was no problem.It wasn’t what I saw that stopped me,Max.It was what I didn’t see.You understand that?What I didn’t see.In all that sprawling city there was everything except an end.There was no end.What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end.The end of the world...
所有那些城市,你就是无法看见尽头.尽头?拜托!拜托你给我看它的尽头在哪?当时,站在舷梯向外看还好.我那时穿着大衣,感觉也很棒,觉得自己前途无量,然后我就要下船去.放心!完全没问题!可是,阻止了我的脚步的,并不是我所看见的东西,而是我所无法看见的那些东西.你明白么?我看不见的那些.在那个无限蔓延的城市里,什么东西都有,可惟独没有尽头.根本就没有尽头.我看不见的是这一切的尽头,世界的尽头.
Take the piano.Keys begin.Keys end.You know there are 88 of them.They’re not infinite.You’re infinite.And on those keys,the music that you can make is infinite.I like that.That I can live by.But you get me up on that gangway,and you roll them out in front of me.Keyboards have millions and billions of keys that never end.That keyboard is infinite.Then on that keyboard there’s no music you can play.That’s God’s piano.
拿钢琴来说.键盘有始亦有终.你确切地知道88个键就在那儿,错不了.它们并不是无限的,而你,才是无限的.你能在键盘上表现的音乐是无限的.我喜欢这样,我能轻松应付.而你现在让我走过跳板,走到城市里,等着我的是一个没有尽头的键盘.我又怎能在这样的键盘上弹奏呢?那是上帝的键盘啊!
Did you see the streets?There’re thousands of them.How do you choose just one?One woman,one house,one way to die…….You don’t even know where it comes to an end.Aren’t you ever just scared of breaking apart with the thought of it?
你看到那数不清的街道吗?如何只选择其中一条去走?一个共渡一生的女人,一幢属于自己的屋子,一种生与死的方式~你甚至不知道什么时候才是尽头.一想到这个,难道不会害怕、会崩溃吗?
《搏击俱乐部》
Advertising has its taste in cars and clothes.Working jobs we hate
so we can buy shit we don’t need.We’re the middle children of
history.No purpose or place.We have no great war,no great
depression.Our great war’s a spiritual war.Our great depression
is our lives.We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires and movie gods and rock stars.But we won’t.We’re slowly learning that fact.And we’re very,very
pissed off.
广告诱惑我们买车子,衣服,于是拼命工作买不需要的东西,我们是被历史
遗忘的一代,没有目的,没有地位,没有世界大战,没有经济大恐慌,我们的
大战只是心灵之战,我们的恐慌只是我们的生活.我们从小看电视,相信有一
天会成为富翁,明星或摇滚巨星,但是我们不会.那是我们渐渐面对的现实,
我们非常非常愤怒.
You’re not your job.You’re not how much money you have in the bank.You’re not the car you drive.You’re not the contents of your wallet.You’re not your fucking khakis.You’re the all-singing,all-dancing crap of the world.
工作不能代表你,银行存款并不能代表你,你开的车也不能代表你,皮夹里
的东西不能代表你,衣服也不能代表你,你只是平凡众生中的其中一个.
