TSF-07: 阿爸的哈雷(甲皮衫) (Dad's Harley (& Leather Jacket))

阿爸的哈雷(甲皮衫) 佇衣櫥內看著，彼領給我的你的皮衫 你扎來美國，講我遮氣候卡寒 你人哈小漢，皮衫那買蝦大領？ 你講等你老，皮衫就換給子來啪 自小漢就知，你尚哈哈雷奧多拜 人矮腳又短，爬得去哩驚無法度栽 哈雷買不起，你買皮衫加減爽 送我是揪感心，只是款式一些悚 喔~~~ 愛啪的老爸，嘿是你愛的哈雷 哪無子愛飼，你會騎伊去迺街 喔~~~ 愛啪的老爸，嘿是你愛的哈雷 彼領大皮衫，嘎你的車是足速配 彼年去舊金山，我帶你去哈雷店仔 叫你擺Pose，你笑嘎底袂落下頦 今年有夠寒，我穿起彼領悚悚的皮衫 佇海邊哩行，想起你薄板的身影 你愛四界趖，今馬已經沒煩沒惱 哪呀有機會，我會騎哈雷帶你𨑨迌 喔~~~ 愛啪的老爸，穿彼領悚悚的皮衫 揀一台哈雷，咱遊山玩水搬山過嶺 喔~~~ 愛啪的老爸，你今馬無彼的拖沙 你子袂嘎你，神遊世界作伙來啪

製作團隊 (Production Credits)

演唱 (Vocal)： Gaya Space 台語作詞 (Lyric)： Gaya Space 編曲製作 (Music Design & Production)：Gaya Space 混音工程 (Mixing Engineer)： Gaya Space 母帶後期 (Mastering Engineer)：Gaya Space 視覺導演 (Visual Director)： Gaya Space / Powered by Nano Banana 特別感謝音效貢獻 (Sound Attribution): “Harley Motorcycle - Start, Drive Off” by casemundy. Licensed under CC BY 4.0 / Freesound.org (ID: 384833) English Lyric Translation: Gaya Space, assisted by AI

A-Pâ ê Ha-Lûi (Kah-Phuê-Sann) Tī thàng-sù-lāi khuànn-tio̍h, hit niá hōo guá ê lí ê phuê-sa Lí tsah lâi Bí-kok, kóng guá tsia khì-hāu khah kuânn Lí lâng hah sió-hàn. phuê-sa-ná bé hiah tuā-niá? Lí kóng tán lí lāu, phuê-sa tio̍h uann hōo kiánn lâi pha Tsú-sè-hàn tio̍h tsai, lí siōng hah Ha-leh òo-tóo-bái Lâng é kha ko té, pê ē khì-lih, kiann bô-huat-tōo tsāi Ha-leh bé-buê-khí, lí bé phuê-sa ka-kiám sóng Sàng guá sī tsiu kám-sim, tsí-sī khuán-sit sió-khuá-á sóng Ooh~~~ ài-pha ê lāu-pē, hé sī lí ài ê Ha-leh Nā bô kiánn ài tshī, lí ē khiâ i khì sê-ke Ooh~~~ ài-pha ê lāu-pē. hé sī lí ài ê Ha-leh Hit niá tuā phuê-sa, kā lí ê tshia sī tsiok sù-phuè Hit-nî khì Kū-kim-suan, guá tshuā lí khì Ha-leh tiàm-á Kiò lí pái Pose, lí tshiò kah-té bē làu-ē-hâi Kim-nî ū-kàu kuânn, guá tshīng-khí hit-niá sóng-sóng ê phuê-sa, Tī hái-pinn-lí kiânn, siūnn-khí lí pho̍k-pán ê sin-îng Lí ài sì-kè sô, tsim-má í-king bô-huân-bô-nóo Ná-ā ū ki-huē. guá ē khiâ Ha-leh tshuā lí tshit-thô Ooh~~~ ài-pha ê lāu-pē. tshīng hit niá sóng-sóng ê phuê-sa Kíng tsi̍t-tâi Ha-leh. lán iû-san-uân-suí, puann-suann kuè-niá Ooh~~~ ài-pha ê lāu-pē, li tsim-má bô hiat ê thua-sua Lí kiánn bē kā lí sîn-iû sè-kài tso̍k-hué lâi pha

Dad's Harley (& Leather Jacket) Inside the closet hangs the leather jacket you once brought, Carried all the way to the States, for the cold weather you thought. But you were so small—why buy a size so wide? You said, "When I’m old, it will be your swagger and your pride.” I knew your true desire by heart: a Harley was your fantasy, With those short legs, you could climb on, but handle it? Hardly. A real bike was a reach too far, so this jacket was your proxy, I was touched by the gift, though the style was a bit... tacky. Oh~~~ My Swagger Dad, that’s the Harley you craved, If not for the kids, you’d be cruising out there, proud and brave. Oh~~~ My Swagger Dad, that’s the Harley you craved, That big leather jacket and your dream-bike—a path perfectly paved That year in San Francisco, the Harley shop was a gift for you, I said "Smile!" and you grinned so wide, your jaw almost came through. This winter is biting, so I put on that "tacky" old jacket, Walking the shoreline, I see your silhouette—and I can't forget it. You loved to wander, now no more burdens weigh on you, If fate granted a chance, I’d be driving that Harley with you. Oh~~~ My Swagger Dad, wearing that tacky jacket so grand, Let’s pick a Harley, roar over mountains and rivers, and through the land. Oh~~~ My Swagger Dad, no more struggle or heavy load, Your son’s gonna take you across the world, on one final road.