《肖申克的救赎》

5.《肖申克的救赎》

These walls are kind of funny like that. First you hate them, then you get used to them. Enough time passed， get so you depend on them. That's institution alized.

监狱里的高墙实在是很有趣。刚入狱的时候，你痛恨周围的高墙；慢慢地，你习惯了生活在其中；最终你会发现自己不得不依靠它而生存。这就是体制化。

I guess it comes down to a simple choice: get busy living or get busy dying.

生命可以归结为一种简单的选择：要么忙于生存，要么赶着去死。

I have to remind myself that some birds aren’t meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock hem up DOES rejoice. Still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they’re gone. I guess I just miss my friend.

我不得不提醒自己，有些鸟是不能关在笼子里的，他们的羽毛太漂亮了，当他们飞走的时候...你会觉得把他们关起来是种罪恶，但是，他们不在了你会感到寂寞，可是我只是想我的朋友了...

There’s not a day goes by I don’t feel regret. Not because I’m in here, or because you think I should. I look back on the way I was then. Then a young, stupid kid who committed that terrible crime. I want to talk to him. I want to try and talk some sense to him, tell him the way things are. But I can’t. That kid’s long gone and this old man is all that’s left. I got to live with that. Rehabilitated? It’s just a bull**** word. So you go on and stamp your form, sonny, and stop wasting my time. Because to tell you the truth, I don’t give a ****.

我无时无刻不对自己的所作所为深感内疚， 这不是因为我在这里 (监狱)，也不是讨好你们(假释官)。回首曾经走过的弯路，我多么想对那个犯下重罪的愚蠢的年轻人说些什么，告诉他我现在的感受，告诉他还可以有其他的方式解决问题。可是，我做不到了。那个年轻人早已淹没在岁月的长河里，只留下一个老人孤独地面对过去。重新做人？骗人罢了！小子，别再浪费我的时间了，盖你的章吧，我没有什么可说的了。

Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane.

希望是件危险的事。希望能叫人发疯

I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don’t want to know. Some things are better left unsaid. I’d like to think they were singing about something so beautiful it can’t expressed in words and it makes you heartache because of it I tell you, those voices soared higher and farther than anybody in a great place dares to dream. It was as if some beautiful bird had flapped into our drab little cage an d made these walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man is Shawshank felt free.

到今天我还不知道那两个意大利娘们在唱些什么，其实，我也不想知道。有些东西还是不说为妙。我想她们该是在唱一些非常美妙动人的故事，美妙得难以用言语来表达，美妙的让你心痛。告诉你吧，这些声音直插云霄，飞得比任何一个人敢想的梦还要遥远。就像一些美丽的鸟儿扑扇着翅膀来到我们褐色牢笼，让那些墙壁消失得无影无踪。就在那一刹那，鲨堡监狱的每一个人都感到了自由。

Here’s where it makes the most sense. You need it so you don’t forget. Forget that there are palace in the world that aren’t made out of stone That there’s a---there’s a---there’s something inside that’s yours, that they can’t touch.

这就是意义所在。你需要它，就好像自己不要忘记。忘记世上还有不是用石头围起来的地方。忘记自己的内心还有你自己的东西，他们碰不到的东西。

That’s the beauty of music. They can’t take that away from you.

这就是音乐的美丽。他们无法把这种美丽从你那里夺去。