The lyrics of the Spanish folk song "Memories of the Night" were translated into Chinese and got high marks.

I watched it too. That's my saddest issue, memoria da noite, which can be found in Cool Dog.

Memoria da Noite is a Celtic folk song, and the lyrics are written in Spanish Galician dialect, so the spelling of some words is different from that of Spanish.

This song comes from an excellent folk group named Luar na Lubre in La Coruna, Galicia, Spain. Their music is rooted in the traditional Galician culture, with more Spanish elements, so it sounds very different.

Comments: (original)

The prelude to the song is very long, and you can hear the sound of sea breeze and waves. When listening to it for the first time, my heart seemed to be caught by it, and I felt an indescribable sense of vastness, as if I were sighing that things have changed and the world has changed. Listening, I feel that my eyes will gradually lose focus with the music. ...

There are two versions of Chinese translation of lyrics. And the internet seems to be full of long and sad translations in the dark Gothic style. I am ashamed that I was cheated by that beautiful translator when I first looked for it. Later, I continued to look for it, only to find that, as an adult said, this version translated into "Memory of the Night" is really correct. I glanced at the corresponding lyrics in Chinese, and then looked through the dictionary, and found that the translation was really loyal to the original Galician dialect.

This is an environmental song written for the polluted sea, not the Requiem for a Prosperous Age, which was misinformed on the Internet.

My personal favorite is the sentence "Volverei, Volvereiá vida Cando Rompa a Luz Noscons" in the climax of the song. This is the original cry calling for returning to nature and embracing real life, from the heart, reaching people's hearts and shocking the soul.

Lyrics: (proofread and revised according to the song arrangement)

At dawn, the harbor is asleep, loving Ma Drougat Da, ador Mechewu Port, Amo,

The moonlight caressed the waves like Ondas.

Just like the sunset glow, the sun rises.

At night, it is her memory that keeps watch.

Lost his life again, Pedro Outlets Abieda.

At dawn, we can take a walk together.

The bird lost its life, on a bike.

Open your eyes and tell the sea about palabra dos teus ollos sobre omar.

The bird lost its life, on a bike.

Open your eyes and tell the sea about palabra dos teus ollos sobre omar.

Bad news from afar, sad rumors,

When the tide receded, it left a shadow, levouno a marea baixo a sombra.

The dark ship is silent. Balkos Negros Surkan? Sen Woz,

Empty fishing nets, not even seabirds.

A hypocrite, E dirán, contarán mentiras.

You are paraofrecelas ao patrón:

Maybe it's just for a little shallow benefit, quererá n pechar cunhas moedas, quizais,

I turned my attention to the sea.

Maybe it's just for a little shallow benefit, quererá n pechar cunhas moedas, quizais,

I turned my attention to the sea.

At dawn, the harbor woke up, loving Madarugada, ah, Porto des Perttu, Amur,

The clock on the ground doesn't work. o reloxo do bar quedou varado

The bar is still in ruins, na costeira big wood da desolación n.

We will never forget or forgive Mr. Fei Yimo.

Return to life Volverei, volverei á vida

At dawn, we can take a walk together

The sea has lost its former pride. Because we're going to Ogurodoma.

What else do we want? There is nothing better than this.

Her memory can't go back in time. Please remember that Hay Walter Atlas:

Our humility has long since disappeared. nonnos humilaredes nunca m？ Yes.

Our humility has long since disappeared. nonnos humilaredes nunca m？ Yes.