布拉格广场中的英文是什么意思?a a fu shou a a fu shou 　　yap so so sorry 　　s

贴吧一个人的解释——
moderato:中速
andantino:小行板
fortissimo:ff,比forte还要大声,强
至于portmento,不知道,没听过
百度上的一个答案——
啊 啊 扶手
废话 对不起
所以 所以 所以
中速地
急速地
溜走
嘹亮地
有点晕……据说这段话是意大利语

Light permeans on the keyboard
Glass window of colored drawing
Decorating Gothic church
Who play a segment blue
Seeing in the same direction as the musical sound
The rose attached to oil painting 18th centuries
Enjoying peacefully aside
Thinking your romantic
Whether that’s all the same with seeing further
a a fu shou
a a fu shou
yap so so sorry
so so so
moderato
andantino
portmento
fortissimo
Robber want to steal
The friar say no
After waking up from the dream
Everything all has disapeared
I stand in the Prague Square at gloam
Throwing down a hope beside the making a wish pond
That white pigeons back on to the setting sun
That tableau is so beautiful that I dare not to see
The hallway without a person in Prague Square
I’m dancing to revolve around myself
You’re chanting far in a not faraway place
Without me you really don't be habitual
In the square of the Prague evening
Throwing down a hope beside the making a wish pond
That white pigeons back on to the setting sun
That tableau is so beautiful that I dare not to see
The crowded theater that the Prague Square
A coffee bar on the peaceful alley
I am counting accounts as you cooking thick soup
This is the answer of the story end

The east wind broken
Chrysanthemum raised flower bed
The night of seventh chapter
Bragg square
Dandelion agreement
Started to understand
Big city small love
Maple tree
Afterward
Likes loving you very much very much
Farewell song
Pessimistic space
You are too honest
Letting loose
Is who is singing
Has you to accompany me
Independent
Returns
Fairy tale
South of Yangzi Rive

《布拉格广场》——唯一一首我久听不厌的歌，优美的旋律如童话一般赋有着绚烂的色彩。不知多少个忧伤的夜晚，听着它，进入了一个史诗一般的童话王国。彩绘的玻璃窗、哥特式的教堂、蔷薇、十八世纪的油画……一切的一切无不散发着古朴的气息，带着它那特有的西域色彩，如梦境一般轻轻地笼罩着我。伴随着歌声，我进入到了另一个世界，犹如穿越了整个时空……我站在了中世纪的一所古老的教堂前，脚下的石板路有些微的潮湿，像是刚刚下过了一场小雨。滋润了石缝间生长出的一簇簇蔷薇。它们不断的盘旋，盘旋……，依附在那布满了岁月沧桑的油画上。微风拂过，一片片的嫩绿随风摇曳，像是在聆听远处传来的忧伤的琴声。教堂里的钟声悠扬地响起，惊起了密林深处的飞鸟。它们追逐着，追逐着……一起飞过了圆形广场上空的那樽白色的雕像，渐渐地，消失在远方……。广场旁的许愿池边，静静地站着一位白衣少女。一双洁白的玉手合十在胸前，做着古老的祷告姿势。夕阳的余晖映照着她惊艳的容颜，倾泻着整座圆形广场。一群群白鸽背对着夕阳，像是在欣赏着这幅绝＆美的画面。时间仿佛在这一刻定格，定格在这密林深处遮蔽的古老的广场和那所哥特式的教堂。直到她转了身，跑向那无人的走廊，画面才重新赋有了生气。远处的流浪诗人独自地轻声吟唱，与飘渺的歌剧轻和成一曲别样的沧桑。无人的走廊里，白衣少女独自地跳着柔美的舞姿，凄婉地旋转，荡起了层层醉人的倦意。一切的一切仿佛预示着一个悲伤的结局，抑或是这个故事根本就没有结局……曲终，声止。睁开眼已是天明。床边散落的耳机，仍旧回荡着布拉格优美的旋律：“我就站在布拉格黄昏的广场，在许愿池投下了希望，那群白鸽背对着夕阳，那画面太美我不敢看。布拉格的广场无人的走廊，我一个人跳着舞旋转，不远地方你远远吟唱，没有我你真的不习惯……”高三:wnbo