他过着安稳的小日子
He's got a nice little life
他终将活出自我 却只能
He's gonna live it, but on
周五夜晚他轻拨曼陀铃
Friday nights he plays that mandolin
血色染红，他轻声说
Painted red, and he said
这并非我心中所求
It's not the best I know
但这是我的梦 我要让它成真
But it's mine, I'm gonna make it mine
人们总忍不住为你牵挂
People there can't help but care
那温柔旋律诉说着他的故事
About the friendly music of a guy
谁靠掌声苟且偷生
Who's getting by from their applause
他哼着轻快的小调
He's got a song that moves along
今晚他身边簇拥着熟悉面孔
He's got his local crowd tonight
在安吉丽娜家的烧烤小馆
At Angelina's family bar and grill
他把真心都写在袖口
He's got his heart on his sleeve
他弹唱的歌谣 自在如风
The songs he plays just living free
可谁又懂他心底的暗涌
But who knows what goes through his mind
每当他指尖轻拨琴弦
When he plays a song it brings along
人人都说
Everybody saying
那个弹曼陀铃的家伙是谁...是谁
Who's that guy who plays the mandolin... mandolin
哦耶，曼陀铃轻轻唱
Oh yeah, mandolin
有车有伤疤
Got a car, got a scar
他也藏着几段过往
Like everyone he's got a few but
人人都爱那曼陀铃
Everybody loves that mandolin
他烦恼缠身 账单堆积如山
Got his problems, bills to pay
那男孩总有办法让我心动
Somehow that boy finds a way
零钱罐里塞满薪水单
Through paychecks in tip jars, yeah
他把真心都写在袖口
He's got his heart on his sleeve
他弹唱的歌谣 自在如风
The songs he plays just living free
可谁又懂他心底的暗涌
But who knows what goes through his mind
当他弹起那首歌 回忆便涌上心头
When he plays a song it brings along
人人都说
Everybody saying
那个弹曼陀铃的家伙是谁...是谁
Who's that guy who plays the mandolin... mandolin
哦耶，曼陀铃轻轻唱
Oh yeah, mandolin
他就是那种男孩
Oh he's the kind of guy
谁曾真心追逐过虚名
Who never really wanted fame
他双脚稳稳扎根大地
His feet are planted firmly on the ground
他宁愿世人将他姓名遗忘
He never wanted people to remember his name
他不想让风声走漏
He never wanted word to get around
他寻得人间天堂
That he found heaven on earth
他把真心都写在袖口
He's got his heart on his sleeve
他弹唱的歌谣 自在如风
The songs he plays just living free
可谁又懂他心底的暗涌
But who knows what goes through his mind
当他弹起那首歌 回忆便涌上心头
When he plays a song it brings along
人人都说
Everybody saying
那个弹曼陀铃的人是谁
Who's that guy who plays the mandolin
我就是那个弹曼陀铃的男孩
Oh, I'm the guy who plays the mandolin
曼陀铃轻诉
Mandolin
哦，曼陀铃
Oh, mandolin
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