Lyrics for: Stranger In The North

飘向北方 别问我家乡
高耸古老的城墙 挡不住忧伤
我飘向北方 家人是否无恙
肩上沉重的行囊 盛满了惆怅
有人说他在老家欠了一堆钱
需要避避风头
有人说他练就了一身武艺
却没机会展露
有人失去了自我
手足无措四处漂流
有人为了梦想
为了三餐为养家糊口
他住在燕郊区
残破的求职公寓
拥挤的大楼里
堆满陌生人都来自外地
他埋头写着履历
怀抱着多少憧憬
往返在九三零号公路
内心盼着奇迹
忍着泪
不听也不想
不敢回头望的遗憾
掩着伤
抗下了梦想
要毅然决然去流浪
抬头看
卸下了自尊
光环 过去多风光
着斜阳
就算再不堪
败仗 也不能投降
亲爱的
再见了南方
眺望最美丽的家乡
在远方
椰子树摇晃
梦境倒映着的幻想
这城市
雾霾太猖狂
不散 都看不清前方
太迷惘
我飘向北方 别问我家乡
高耸古老的城墙 挡不住忧伤
我飘向北方 家人是否无恙
肩上沉重的行囊 盛满了惆怅
也是最后寄望 回不去的远方 oh
空气太脏 太混浊 他说不喜欢
车太混乱 太匆忙 他还不习惯
人行道一双又一双
斜视冷漠的眼光
他经常将自己灌醉
强迫融入 这大染缸
走着脚步蹒跚
二锅头在摇晃
失意的人啊
偶尔醉倒在那胡同陋巷
咀嚼爆肚涮羊
手中盛着一碗热汤
用力地 温暖着
内心里的不安
忍着泪
不听也不想
不敢回头望的遗憾
掩着伤
抗下了梦想
要毅然决然去流浪
抬头看
卸下了自尊
光环 过去多风光
着斜阳
就算再不堪
败仗 也不能投降
亲爱的
再见了南方
眺望最美丽的家乡
在远方
椰子树摇晃
梦境倒映着的幻想
这城市
雾霾太猖狂
不散 都看不清前方
太迷惘
我飘向北方 别问我家乡
高耸古老的城墙 挡不住忧伤
我飘向北方 家人是否无恙
肩上沉重的行囊 盛满了惆怅
就像那尘土飘散随着风向
谁又能带领着我一起飞翔
我站在天坛中央 闭上眼
祈求一家人都平安
我飘向北方 别问我家乡
高耸古老的城墙 挡不住忧伤
我飘向北方 家人是否无恙
肩上沉重的行囊 盛满了惆怅
我飘向北方
我站在天子脚下
被踩得喘不过气
走在前门大街
跟人潮 总会分歧
或许我根本不属于这里
早就该离去
谁能给我致命的一击
请用力到彻底
这里是梦想的中心
但梦想都遥不可及
这里是圆梦的圣地
但却总是扑朔迷离
多少人敌不过残酷的现实
从此销声匿迹
多少人陷入了昏迷
剩下一具 空壳尸体
Rest in peace
回不去的远方 哦
飘向北方 别再问我家乡


[Pinyin]

Do not ask me drifting into northern hometown 
towering ancient walls can not stop the sadness 
my family whether drifting north unharmed 
shoulders a heavy bag filled with melancholy 
someone says he owes a bunch of money in the home 
needed to revive his avoidance 
Some say he trained A martial arts 
but no chance to show 
someone lost their 
wandering around, 
someone dreamed 
for three meals to support their families, 
he lived in the suburbs of Yan, a 
broken employment apartment, a 
crowded building 
full of strangers from outside, 
he buried his resume and 
hugged him how much vision 
and from the ninety-three zero Highway 
inner expecting miracles 
trying not to cry 
do not listen do not want to 
dare to look back in regret 
over her injured 
anti-down dream 
to go wandering resolutely 
looked up 
to remove the self-esteem 
aura of the past few scenery 
with sun 
Even if it ’s unbearable, 
you ca n’t surrender, 
darling. 
Goodbye to the south . Look at the 
most beautiful hometown. 
In the distance, the 
coconut trees are shaking. 
Dreams reflect the fantasy. 
The city is 
too smoggy.

Too confused 
I do not ask my hometown drifting north 
towering ancient walls can not stop the sadness 
my family whether drifting north unharmed 
shoulders a heavy bag full of melancholy 
and final hope not go back far oh 
air his dirty too turbid do not like the 
car too confusing too hasty he was not accustomed to 
the sidewalk another pair 
strabismus indifferent eyes 
he would get drunk often 
forced into this big vat 
walking stride 
Erguotou shaking 
frustrated people ah 
occasionally passed out in the alley alley that 
chew A belly- 
filled lamb holds a bowl of hot soup in his hands 
, warms the 
inner anxiety, bears 
tears, 
doesn't want 
to listen and does n't want to look back, regrets 
covering the wound, 
resists the dream, and 
resolutely goes to stray. 
Look up and 
remove the 
aura of self-respect. There are many scenery 
in the past. 
Even if the sun is unbearable, 
you can't surrender. 
Dear 
goodbye to the south. 
Look at the most beautiful hometown. 
In the distance, the 
coconut trees are shaking. The 
dream is reflected in the dream. 
The city is 
too hazy.
See clearly in front lingers 
too confused 
I do not ask my hometown drifting north 
towering ancient walls can not stop the sadness 
my family whether drifting north unharmed 
shoulders a heavy bag full of melancholy 
like the dust that drift with the wind 
Who but also led me to fly 
I stood in the center of the Temple of Heaven closed my eyes 
to pray for the family are safe 
I do not ask my hometown drifting north 
towering ancient walls can not stop the sadness 
my family whether drifting north unharmed 
shoulders a heavy bag filled with the melancholy 
I drifting north 
I stood emperor at the foot 
was stepped on breath 
walking in the front door of the street 
with the crowd always differences 
maybe I do not belong here 
long overdue leave 
anyone give me a fatal blow to 
please hard to complete 
here It is the center of dreams, 
but dreams are out of reach. 
This is the sacred place of dreams, 
but it is always confusing. 
How many people can not be cruel reality. 
From now on, 
how many people are in a coma. There is 
an empty shell corpse 
Rest in peace 

Don't ask my hometown

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