歌词

My 1997 (English Version)

My music teacher was my papa,
20 years he worked down at the local factory.
Black in those days, mama sang opera,
Always angry she missed out on the good days.
As a young girl, I won a prize singing my own way,
My two little “meimei” wanting to grow up like me.

At 17, I left my hometown Shenyang,
Hard but true, my dream wasn’t there, I had to
All by myself, I moved down to Beijing town,
I even got into “Dong Fang” led by famous Wang Kun
But the unknown high school days are the days I miss
I’m sure my old teachers disagree with this.

With a voice inside me born for singing,
My life went by pretty easy.
I sang my way from Beijing to Shanghai’s Bund
From Shanghai all the way South, singin’ my song.
I stayed in Canton for days, oh the days were long,
Because my man, he was livin’ in Hong Kong.

(What’s this thing they call Hong Kong?)
(What’s so cool about Hong Kong?)

He can come to Shenyang, but I can’t go to Hong Kong.

(Hong Kong, Hong Kong, what’s it all about)
(Xiao Hou said you should check it out.)
(Hong Kong, Hong Kong, what’s it all about?)
(Hear it’s old Cui’s guaranteed sellout.)

Take me to that wonderful world,
Give a passport to this girl

Come on 1997! What’s so cool about Lan Kwai Fong?
Come on 1997! So I can make it to Hong Kong.
Come on 1997! Let me sing at the Clolsseum
Come on 1997! Go to the late show with him
97 get here sooner! What’s it like in Lan Kwai Fong?
Come on 1997! So I can make it to Hong Kong.
Come on 1997! Let me sing at the Colosseum.
Come on 1997! Dancing with him all night long.

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