歌手：Sinead O'connor A Perfect Indian sing by Sinead O'Cornner 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 by little我曾经航行7个海洋去寻找我的爱, 曾经,我为他而唱了700首歌. 呵,是的,我还需要行走7000公里 直到找到我属于的那个人 我将在每一个独自为爱停留的夜晚里梳理我的思绪 我将逝去,当我鲁鲎詈竽前�说挠锞? 当一切因果最终来临: 死亡来临时我向月亮祈祷 祈祷那里会有更加美好的明天. 我曾经跨越七条大河为了寻找我的爱, 曾经，在七年的时间里我忘记了我的名字 厚厚,也许我还需要死亡七次 才能够躺在温暖的臂弯里安睡. 我将梳理我的思绪 在每一个独自为爱停留的夜晚里 我将逝去,当我吐出最后那哀伤的语句. 当一切因果来临 死亡来临时我对着月亮祈祷 祈祷那里会有更加美好的明天 我梦到最后的那个夜里， 他静静地向我走来 他问“我的爱，你为什么哭泣?” 只这一句,我的人生不再因浩瀚而孤独. 直到我们共同安眠在冰冷的墓穴中。
