State of mind – 倉(cāng)木麻衣 (くらき まい)

詞：倉(cāng)木麻衣

曲：大野愛果

あまつ風(fēng) 雲(yún)の通い路

天空吹著的風(fēng) 是云朵來(lái)往的道路

吹きとじよ おとめの姿

停止吹吧 是少女的身影

しばし とどめむ 夏の

暫時(shí)停止吧 夏日

メロディー奏でる

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Yeah, I’m from the city where the neon never sleeps

Tower lights cut clouds, ambition runs deep

Yellow cab prophets preach on every street

Concrete symphony under subway beats

Skyscraper dreams stack up to the sky

Bronx saints whisper while the bridges cry

Harlem stars pulse in midnight heat

We hustle in the dark, make the struggle complete

From Bed-Stuy corners to Broadway highs

Empire in our veins, kings with no disguise

State Of Grace (Acoustic Version) (Taylor’s Version) – Taylor Swift

Lyrics by：Taylor Swift

Composed by：Taylor Swift

Produced by：Christopher Rowe/Taylor Swift

I’m walking fast through the traffic lights

快步穿梭于變幻的紅綠燈間

Busy streets and busy lives

喧鬧的街角 忙碌的生活

And all we know is touch and go

我們只知道擦肩而過(guò)

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You’ve been hit with another blow

But still you give love

And you set our souls on fire

You got your instant karma

You son of a fisherman farmer

Born to live, live free or die

You’re in your room for the very last time

You can see the car running from the hall

You assure us today is another good day

And tomorrow you will love us all

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Concrete clouds still breathing, neon veins in my chest

From the F-train window, I see tomorrow flex

Alicia hums on fire escapes, Jay whispers in the bricks

Dreams stack taller than the skyline, no lease on the fix

Empire in my pulse, steel drums in my stride

Every block’s a kingdom, every bodega a guide

Hudson moonlight currency, taxis turn to gold

Catch me crown-top, rooftop, never fold

In this state of mind, we ascend, untaxed and bold

Oooh oooh’ New York (2x)

哦，哦，紐約

Grew up in a town’

我成長(zhǎng)的城鎮(zhèn)

That is famous as a place of movie scenes

美麗得好像電影一樣

Noise is always loud

聲戎犬馬

There are sirenes all around

川流熙攘

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Yeah, I’m out that Brooklyn, now I’m down in Tribeca

Right next to De Niro, but I’ll be hood forever

I’m the new Sinatra, and since I made it here

I can make it anywhere—yeah, they love me everywhere

I used to cop in Harlem—hola, Dominicanos

Right there up on Broadway, brought me back to that McDonald’s

Took it to my stashbox, 560 State Street

Catch me in the kitchen like a Simmons whippin’ pastry

Cruisin’ down 8th Street, off-white Lexus

Drivin’ so slow, but BK is from Texas

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