A Perfect Indian Artist:Sinead O'Connor A Perfect Indian A Perfect Indian is he Remembering him life is sweet Like a weeping willow His face on my pillow Comes to me still in my dreams And there I saw a young baby A beautiful daughter was she A face from a painting Red cheeks and teeth aching Her eyes like a wild 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 my self to retrieve Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children And there's only one way to be free He's shy and he speaks quietly He's gentle and he seems to me Like the elf-arrow His face worn and harrowed Is he a daydreamer like me I'm sailing on this terrible ocean I've come for my self to retrieve Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children And there's only one way to be free 是歌曲《A Perfect Indian》(完美的印第安人) 1.Red cheeks and teeth aching 中的teeth aching 的意思是（让人心疼的牙） Red cheeks and teeth aching意思是：红红的脸颊，让人心疼的牙。 2.His face worn and harrowed worn意思是：她的面容憔悴又痛苦 3.On a table in her yellow dress意思是：穿着黄色的裙子躺在桌子上 4.For a photograph feigned happiness为了拍照而假装快乐，For a photograph意思是（为了照相…） 下面是这首歌曲的中文意思，可以看看：）~~ 她是完美的印第安人 记忆中的她是如此温柔 就象垂柳 她的脸在我枕边 走近了我的梦 在梦中我看见一个魅力四射的姑娘 她是一个美丽的女孩 一张从画上走出来的脸 红红的脸颊，让人心疼的牙 眼睛象原始的爱尔兰海洋 穿着黄色的童装躺在桌子上 为了拍照而假装快乐 为什么在我生活中那是唯一的梦 你给我的任何一个微笑 对於我都是拯救 感觉像个孩子 这是唯一的方法让我得到自由 她羞怯平静地倾诉 她对我是那么温柔 象中了丘比特的箭 她的面容憔悴又痛苦 她和我一样在幻想吗 我正在这美妙的海上帆行 我要拯救我的一生 感觉像个孩子 这是唯一的方法让我得到自由
A Perfect Indiansing by Sinead O'CornnerA Perfect Indian is heRemembering him life is sweetLike a weeping willowHis face on my pillowComes to me still in my dreamsAnd there I saw a young babyA beautiful daughter was sheA face from a paintingRed cheeks and teeth achingHer eyes like a wild Irish seaOn a table in her yellow dressFor a photograph feigned happinessWhy in my life is that the only timeThat any of you will smile at meI'm sailing on this terrible oceanI've come for my self to retrieveToo long have I been feeling like Lir's childrenAnd there's only one way to be freeHe's shy and he speaks quietlyHe's gentle and he seems to meLike the elf-arrowHis face worn and harrowedIs he a daydreamer like meby little
