The a Team

White lips, pale face
苍白的唇映着毫无生气的脸
Breathing in snowflakes
在风雪中低喘
Burnt lungs, sour taste
灼烧的肺，翻腾的胃
Light's gone, day's end
灯光黯淡，白昼结束
Struggling to pay rent
為了现实而挣扎
Long nights, strange men
长夜无尽 陌生男子躺在枕边
And they say
他们说
She's in the Class A Team
她是吸毒人员中的一个
Stuck in her daydream
做着可笑的白日梦
Been this way since eighteen
从十八岁起就不曾清醒过来
But lately her face seems
而今她无暇的脸庞
Slowly sinking, wasting
日渐消瘦 凋落
Crumbling like pastries
粉碎得像一块糕点
And they scream
他们尖叫道
The worst things in life come free to us
为何最糟糕的事总是接踵而至
Cause we're just under the upper hand
只因我们无力抵抗社会的残酷
And go mad for a couple grams
为了几克毒品便不顾一切
But she don't wanna go outside tonight
今晚她真的不想再站在寒冷街头
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
在烟雾缭绕中又回到温暖的故乡
Or sells love to another man
或把自己出卖给下一个陌生男人
It's too cold outside
屋外寒风刺骨
For angels to fly
天使无法振翅飞翔
For angels to fly
只得慢慢坠落
Ripped gloves, raincoat
破旧手套 单薄雨衣
Tried to swim to stay afloat
她努力不让自己沉没
Dry house, wet clothes
干燥的房间 湿冷的衣服
Loose change, bank notes
几枚硬币，负债累累
Weary-eyed, dry throat
双眸透着倦意，喉咙发干
Call girl, no phone
应召女郎，无人垂怜
And they say
他们说
She's in the Class A Team
她是吸毒人员中的一个
Stuck in her daydream
做着可悲的白日梦
Been this way since eighteen
自十八岁起就不曾清醒过来
But lately her face seems
而今她无暇的脸庞
Slowly sinking, wasting
日渐消瘦 凋落
Crumbling like pastries
粉碎得像一块糕点
And they scream
他们尖叫道
The worst things in life come free to us
为何最糟糕的事总是接踵而至
Cause we're just under the upper hand
只因我们无力对抗世界的黑暗
And go mad for a couple grams
为了几克毒品便不顾一切
But she don't wanna go outside tonight
今晚她真的不想再站在寒冷街头
And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland
在烟雾缭绕中又回到温暖的故乡
Or sells love to another man
或把自己出卖给下一个陌生男人
It's too cold outside
世界实在太过冷酷
For angels to fly
天使无法自由飞翔
For angels to fly
只得陨落在冰冷大地
To fly, to fly
飞呀飞
For angels to fly
却始终无法振翅而飞
To fly, to fly
趋之于亡
For angels to die
覆于茫茫冰雪之下