Letters Live 丨英國版《見字如面》——Sleep Well My Love

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Sleep Well My Love

Dear Dave,

親愛的戴夫，

This is in memory of an anniversary — the anniversary of October 27th, 1943, when I first heard you singing in North Africa.

這封信是為了紀(jì)念我們一周年，紀(jì)念1943年10月27日，我第一次在北非聽見你的歌聲。

That song brings memories of the happiest times I've ever known.

這首歌帶給了我此生最美好的回憶。

Memories of a GI show troop — curtains made from barrage balloons — spotlights made from cocoa cans — rehearsals that ran late into the evenings — and a handsome boy with a wonderful tenor voice.

那時(shí)我們在進(jìn)行軍隊(duì)表演，把攔截氣球用作窗簾，把可可罐用做聚光燈，彩排一直持續(xù)到深夜，還有那個(gè)歌聲悅耳的帥氣男孩。

Opening night at a theatre in Canastel — perhaps a bit too much muscatel, and someone who understood.

在納斯特爾劇院的首演，我可能有點(diǎn)喝多了，才發(fā)現(xiàn)原來有人懂我。

Exciting days playing in the beautiful and stately Municipal Opera House in Oran — a misunderstanding — an understanding in the wings just before opening chorus.

在奧蘭美麗莊嚴(yán)的市歌劇院演出的那些日子，在開場合唱前我們有了誤會(huì)，但又馬上和好。

Drinks at "Coq d'or" — dinner at the "Auberge" — a ring and a promise given.

在Coq d'or把酒言歡，在客棧共進(jìn)晚餐，隨后你向我求婚。

The show 1st Armoured — muscatel, scotch, wine — someone who had to be carried from the truck and put to bed in his tent.

有一次，我們?nèi)タ戳恕兜谝谎b甲》這場戲劇，喝了很多酒，我需要把你從卡車上背下來，把你送回帳篷里睡覺。

A night of pouring rain and two very soaked GIs beneath a solitary tree on an African plain.

還有那一晚，大雨傾盆，我們倆全身濕透躲在非洲平原一棵孤零零的樹下。

A borrowed French convertible — a warm sulphur spring, the cool Mediterranean, and a picnic of "rations" and hot cokes.

有一次，我們借了一輛法式敞篷車，去泡硫磺溫泉，享受地中海的清涼，“定量”的野餐和熱可樂。

Two lieutenants who were smart enough to know the score, but not smart enough to realize that we wanted to be alone.

兩個(gè)聰明的中尉了解我們的關(guān)系，但卻不知道我們不希望被打擾。

A screwball piano player — competition — miserable days and lonely nights.

一個(gè)可笑的鋼琴家，比賽，糟糕的日子和孤獨(dú)的夜晚。

The cold, windy night we crawled through the window of a GI theatre and fell asleep on a cot backstage, locked in each other’s arms

那個(gè)寒風(fēng)瑟瑟的晚上，我們在士兵劇院后臺(tái)窗戶下的小床上相擁而眠

the shock when we awoke and realized that miraculously we hadn’t been discovered.

當(dāng)我們醒來時(shí)，意識(shí)到竟無人發(fā)現(xiàn)我們，這真是個(gè)奇跡。

A fast drive to a cliff above the sea — pictures taken, and a stop amid the purple grapes and cool leaves of a vineyard.

我們開了一會(huì)兒車去海岸的峭壁，拍了很大照片，流連于路邊葡萄園內(nèi)紫色的葡萄和翠綠的葉子。

The happiness when told we were going home — and the misery when we learned that we would not be going together.

當(dāng)?shù)弥丶視r(shí)，我們欣喜若狂，而當(dāng)?shù)弥覀儫o法一起回家時(shí)，又痛苦萬分。

Fond goodbyes on a secluded beach beneath the star-studded velvet of an African night,and the tears that would not be stopped as I stood atop the sea-wall and watched your convoy disappear over the horizon.

在幽靜的海灘，非洲滿天的星空下，我們溫情告別，當(dāng)我站在海上，看到你的艦隊(duì)逐漸消失在地平線，眼淚止不住地往下流。

We vowed we’d be together again “back home,” but fate knew better — you never got there.

我們發(fā)誓等你回家后要在一起，但終究抵不過命運(yùn)的安排——你永遠(yuǎn)回不來了。

And so, Dave, I hope that wherever you are these memories are as precious to you as they are to me.

所以戴夫，不管你身處何方，我希望這些回憶對于你，就像對于我一樣的珍貴。

Goodnight, sleep well my love.

晚安，安睡吧，我的愛人

Brian Keith

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