英语歌曲:A Perfect Indian

A Perfect Indian

by Sinead O'cornner


A perfect indina is he

Remembering him life is sweet

Like a weeping willow

His face was pillow

Comes to me in my dreams

And there I saw a young baby

A beatiful daughter was she

A face from a painting

Red cheeks and teeth aching

Her eyes like a irish sea

On a table in her yellow dress

For a photograph feigned happiness

Why in my life is that the only time

That any of you will smile at me

I'm sailing on this terrible ocean

I've come for myself to retrive

Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children

And there is only one way to be free

He's shy and speaks quietly

He's gentle and seems to me

Like the elf-arrow

His face worn and narrowed

Is he a daydreamer like me