| Song | Never Die Young |
| Artist | Luciana Souza |
| Artist | James Taylor |
| Album | The New Bossa Nova |
| 作词 : TAYLOR, JAMES | |
| We were ring-around-the-rosy children, they were circles around the sun. | |
| Never give up, never slow down, never grow old, never ever die young. | |
| Synchronized with the rising moon, even with the evening star, | |
| they were true love written in stone, they were never alone, they were never that far apart. | |
| And we who couldn't bear to believe they might make it, we got to close our eyes. | |
| Cut up our losses into doable doses, ration our tears and sighs. | |
| Oh, you could see them on the street on a Saturday night. Everyone used to run them down. | |
| They're a little too sweet, they're a little too tight, not enough tough for this town. | |
| Couldn't touch them with a ten-foot pole, no, it didn't seem to rattle at all. | |
| They were glued together body and soul, that much more with their backs up against the wall. | |
| Oh, hold them up, hold them up, never do let them fall | |
| prey to the dust and the rust and the ruin that names us and claims us and shames us all. | |
| I guess it had to happen someday soon- wasn't nothing to hold them down. | |
| They would rise from among us like a big balloon, take the sky, forsake the ground. | |
| Oh, yes, other hearts were broken, yeah, other dreams ran dry | |
| but our golden ones sail on, sail on to another land beneath another sky. | |
| (Let other hearts be broken, let other dreams run dry) | |
| but our golden ones sail on, sail on to another land beneath another sky, beneath another sky. | |
| Hold them up, hold them up, hold them up, hold them up, hold them up, hold them up... | |
| (Hold them up, don't let them fall). |
| zuò cí : TAYLOR, JAMES | |
| We were ringaroundtherosy children, they were circles around the sun. | |
| Never give up, never slow down, never grow old, never ever die young. | |
| Synchronized with the rising moon, even with the evening star, | |
| they were true love written in stone, they were never alone, they were never that far apart. | |
| And we who couldn' t bear to believe they might make it, we got to close our eyes. | |
| Cut up our losses into doable doses, ration our tears and sighs. | |
| Oh, you could see them on the street on a Saturday night. Everyone used to run them down. | |
| They' re a little too sweet, they' re a little too tight, not enough tough for this town. | |
| Couldn' t touch them with a tenfoot pole, no, it didn' t seem to rattle at all. | |
| They were glued together body and soul, that much more with their backs up against the wall. | |
| Oh, hold them up, hold them up, never do let them fall | |
| prey to the dust and the rust and the ruin that names us and claims us and shames us all. | |
| I guess it had to happen someday soon wasn' t nothing to hold them down. | |
| They would rise from among us like a big balloon, take the sky, forsake the ground. | |
| Oh, yes, other hearts were broken, yeah, other dreams ran dry | |
| but our golden ones sail on, sail on to another land beneath another sky. | |
| Let other hearts be broken, let other dreams run dry | |
| but our golden ones sail on, sail on to another land beneath another sky, beneath another sky. | |
| Hold them up, hold them up, hold them up, hold them up, hold them up, hold them up... | |
| Hold them up, don' t let them fall. |