I like for you to be still:

it is as through you are absent

and you hear me from far away and my voice does not touch you

It seems as through your eyes had flown away

and it seems that a kiss had sealed your mouth

as all things are filled with my soul

your emerge from the things, fill with my soul

you are like my soul, a butterfly of dreams

and you are like the word melancholy

I like for you to be still, and you seem far away

It sounds as though you are lamenting,

a butterfly cooing like a dove

And you hear me from far away,

and my voice does not reach you

Let me come to be still in your silence

And let me talk to you with your silence

That is bright like a lamp, simple as a ring

You are like the night, with its stillness and constellations

Your silence is that of a star, as remount and candid

I like for you to be still: it is as though you are absent

distant and dull of sorrow, as though you had died

One word then, one smile, is enough

And I m happy, happy that’s not true

我喜歡你是靜靜的：

仿佛你消失了一樣你從遠處聆聽我，

我的聲音卻無法觸及你好像你的目光已經游離而去

如同一個吻，封緘了你的嘴

如同我積滿一切的靈魂

而你從一切中出現(xiàn)，充盈了我的靈魂

你像我的靈魂，

像一只夢想的蝴蝶 你如同“憂郁”這個詞

我喜歡你是靜靜的：好像你已遠去

你聽起來想在悲嘆，

一只如鴿般細語的蝴蝶你從遠處聆聽我，

我的聲音卻無法觸及你

讓我在你的靜謐中安靜無聲

并且讓我籍著你的沉默與你說話

你的沉默亮若明燈，簡單如環(huán)

你如黑夜，擁有寂靜與群星

你的沉默就是星星的力量，遙遠而明亮

我喜歡你是靜靜的：仿佛你消失了一樣遠隔千里，

滿懷哀慟，仿佛你已不在人世彼時，

一個字，一個微笑，就已足夠

而我會感到幸福，但那樣的幸福卻不真實