where the wild roses grow －－Nick Cave They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day
From the first day I saw I knew she was the one As she stared in my eyes and smiled For her lips were the colour of the roses That grew down the river, all bloody and wild
When he knocked on my door and entered the room My trembling subsided in his sure embrace He would be my first man, and with a careful hand He wiped at the tears that ran down my face
They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day
On the second day I brought her a flower She was more beautiful than any woman I'd seen I said, "Do you know where the wild roses grow So sweet and scarlet and free?"
On the second day he came with a single red rose Said: "Will you give me your loss and your sorrow?" I nodded my head, as I lay on the bed He said, "If I show you the roses will you follow?"
He call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why He call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day
On the third day he took me to the river He showed me the roses and we kissed And the last thing I heard was a muttered word As he stood smiling above me with a rock in his fist
On the last day I took her where the wild roses grow And she lay on the bank, the wind light as a thief As I kissed her goodbye, I said, "All beauty must die" And lent down and planted a rose between her teeth
They call me The Wild Rose But my name was Elisa Day Why they call me it I do not know For my name was Elisa Day
中文：
他们叫我野玫瑰 但我的名字是Elisa Day 我不知道他们为什么这样叫我 因为我的名字是Elisa Day 第一天见面，我就知道他是唯一 当她看着我的眼睛并且微笑 她的嘴唇是玫瑰的颜色 那些长在河边的玫瑰，血红的，野气的 当他敲响我的门走进房间 在他坚定的拥抱中我的战栗平息了 将是我的第一个男人，他用手轻轻 擦去我脸上滑落的泪水
他们叫我野玫瑰 但我的名字是Elisa Day 我不知道他们为什么这样叫我 因为我的名字是Elisa Day 第二天我带给她一朵花 她比所有我曾见过的女人都要美丽 我说：“你是否知道何处的野玫瑰长得 如此甜美，鲜红和自由？ 第二天他带来一朵孤独的红玫瑰 说：你是否愿意把你的失落和悲伤交给我？ 我点点头，在床上躺下 他说：如果我指给你看那些玫瑰你是否会跟着我来？
他们叫我野玫瑰 但我的名字是Elisa Day 我不知道他们为什么这样叫我 因为我的名字是Elisa Day 第三天他带我去了那条河边 让我看那些玫瑰然后我们接吻 我最后听到的是一句呢喃 当他手里拿着一块石头笑着站在我上面 最后一天我带她到野玫瑰生长的地方 她躺在河堤上，连风也轻飘得不敢惊动她 当我向她吻别，我说"美的归宿终是死亡 我种了一朵玫瑰在她的唇间 他们叫我野玫瑰 但我的名字是Elisa Day 我不知道他们为什么这样叫我 因为我的名字是Elisa Day]]>http://www.icysoul.org/missa/default.asp?id=202<![CDATA[往事皆可随风]]>Missahttp://www.icysoul.org/missa/darkmissa@hotmail.com2008-10-29T23:58:12+08:002008-10-29T23:58:12+08:00 去年见过的那个孩子也在人群里，其实早就料到他应该会来，在他们的这种节日，他们应该来参加，这群无知的、自负的让我稍微觉得有些可笑的人的节日。他走过来向我道谢，为我去年曾经收留过他几天。只是这件往事并不令人觉得愉快，至少别人对我的误解我不屑去解释，从而让一部分人觉得我对他多少有些企图，不然怎么会无缘无故收留一下与自己毫不相干的人。与何殇说起这件事，他让我不要再放在心里。其实本来就不是什么大不了的事，若真要计较，我帮助过的人不止他一个，我“施舍”过友情的人也不止他一个。其实我很想告诉他，不用为以前的事情太过入怀，心里明白，就够了。我也只想让别人知道，我对任何人都没有过份的企图，所谓的帮助不过是出于友谊，出于人性的慈善。想起当年我只身一人来北京，同样也需要别人的帮助。人性是相通的。
