Translation by Ni Jun, Mei Sui, and Simone Wan
No wind, no rain, no one's drunk,
Faces go flying by.
No words, no deeds, no one's sleeping,
Those who know each other are confusing each other.
No beginning, no end, and no one's pushing,
As I'm waiting the memories are leaving.
In a crowd, what you say is what they hear,
In the mountains, your legs will take you there.
You had suffered when you were rich.
Buying only flowers while the grass became hay.
Talk until you cry...
No more songs.
I want a flood tonight.
It's too soon to just break new glasses,
You and me, all the battered balloons,
trying to fly to fly towards the sky to explode.
© 1996 World Beat Records
Translation by Ni Jun, Mei Sui, and Simone Wan