迻译 | 约翰·丹佛《高高的落基山》 PAIPAC#10001

He was born in the summer of his 27th year,
coming home to a place he’d never been before.
He left yesterday behind him;
you might say he was born again;
you might say he found a key for every door.
When he first came to the mountains,
his life was far away
on the road and hanging by a song.
But the strings already broken
and he doesn’t really care.
It keeps changing fast,
and it don’t last for long.

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high,
I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
The shadows from the starlight are softer than a lullaby.
Rocky Mountain high,
high in Colorado.
Rocky Mountain high,
high in Colorado.

He climbed cathedral mountains;
he saw silver clouds below;
he saw everything as far as you can see.
And they say that he got crazy once and
he tried to touch the sun;
and he lost a friend,
but kept the memory.
Now he walks in quiet solitude,
the forest and the streams,
seeking grace in every step he takes.
His sight is turned inside himself,
to try to understand
the serenity of a clear blue mountain lake.

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high,
I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
Talk to God and listen to the casual reply.
Rocky Mountain high,
high in Colorado.
Rocky Mountain high,
high in Colorado.

Now his life is full of wonder,
but his heart still knows some fear
of a simple thing he can not comprehend.
Why they try to tear the mountains down
to bring in a couple more;
more people, more scars upon the land.

And the Colorado Rocky Mountain high,
I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky.
Though he’d be a poorer man if he never saw an eagle fly~
Rocky Mountain high,
the Colorado Rocky Mountain high,
I’ve seen it raining fire in the sky;
friends around the campfire and everybody’s high~
Rocky Mountain high,
high in Colorado. (*6)