晨霧織羽，A大調(diào)的光

在戈?duì)柕轮讣饩`成星屑；

巴赫的河流，把靜默的秒

洗成一座回旋的象牙塔。

羽鍵輕吻，時(shí)間被鏤空，

對(duì)稱的花紋在呼吸里盛開；

你聽，對(duì)稱里有鳥群升空，

翅膀的倒影仍留在原節(jié)拍。

當(dāng)最后一顆和聲緩緩熄滅，

寂靜比音樂更熾烈。

Kick your heels and flip your brim, we’re doin’ the jive tonight;

saxophone is talkin’ low, trumpet shootin’ sparks so bright.

Slide on the chrome moonbeam, syncopate your shoes;

bobby-sox baby spins like a record that never glues.

Boop-boop-a-doop, the bass is a locomotive heart;

we’re gasoline in gabardine, tearing the dark apart.

Hey now, sugar, count it off—eight to the bar and fly;

when the cymbal crashes silver we’ll kiss on the sly.

Till the radio sun comes up, we’re locked in this groove alive—

forever and a day, sweet baby, just doin’ the jive.