<鼓手之歌>
時間。遴選我作一個鼓手
鼓面是用我的皮張的。
鼓的聲音很響亮
超越各種樂器的音響
鼓聲裡滲雜著我寂寞的心聲
波及遠處神秘的山峰而回響
於是收到回響的寂寞時
我不得不,又拼命地打鼓……
鼓是我痛愛的生命
我是寂寞的鼓手
<Song of a drummer> 樂地譯
Time selects me to be a drummer.
Drumhead is made of my skin.
Drumbeat is loud,
Transcend over than other voices.
The drumbeat mixes with my loneness.
Resound to the remote mysterious mountain.
As receiving my loneness,
I can’t stop to beat drum again.
Drum is my painful life.
I’m a lonely drummer.