粉色小人儿 My pink little friend

有一个姑娘她是粉色的
她手捧着骨盆走过陌生的国度
那里面装满了她的骄傲哟
你可千万不要踩着她
她透明的眼里闪着沙漠的光和大海的无常
西域的阳光和歌声变幻着颜色
余晖点燃残烛的橘黄
逝者的房间里一切安详
浸满罪恶的盆地里鲜花在怒放
她小得可以装进你的口袋里哟那么这个世界可真是太大了
陌生的旅人啊你可否帮帮我的小朋友
将她小小的骨头送回故乡

Black Mesa, The City is Going to Be Irrelavant to Me 布莱克梅撒，这个城市即将和我没关系了

my fire is burning the eyes shining at night

during the apple's falling onto the black table

that black table underneath the polluted holy spring

"we do not speak English", she told me

I wake up your father from the graveyard

he should have been a General

every new moon night he kisses his mother's ankle

she died in his skinny arms

the city is going to be irrelavant to me

including you, and the stories you murmured

its epitaph states

"concrete can last for ever"

the rolling wheel

over the tallest building in the world

has no time to remember me

I've burried a silver coin of waterlily into the lime mortar

when the dawn rises

I promise I will vanish softly

小伟你偷走了我的缪斯可是我一点也不生气 V you have stolen my muse but I am not angry at all

小伟你偷走了我的缪斯哟，在我心神不宁的时候

我的缪斯她是易怒的哟，她躺在冰冷的地上等待我的遗弃和你的怜悯

她的身上有九个女人和一个男人哟，你可要对她温柔

小伟你是个完美的天使哟，谁都愿意跟你去你的小岛

你有圆圆的脸，闪亮的眼睛和绿色的忧愁，你带她走吧让我如何生气呢

我的缪斯她是敏感多疑的哟，你可千万不要伤害她

让她给你摧枯拉朽的灵感和天崩地裂的快乐吧

她会散发出幽幽的气息和白色的清凉哟，你可不要皱眉

你只能欣赏不能嘲笑，你只能跟随不能怀疑

她是棉花糖做的玫瑰哟

她是棉花糖做的玫瑰

Oh she is a rose made of marshmallow

She is a rose made of marshmallow