| Song | Costa |
| Artist | Robert Wyatt |
| Album | Dondestan |
| 作词 : Benge, Wyatt | |
| Orange, | |
| the fierce orange of the egg-shaped fireball | |
| plopping into the ocean | |
| as the earth tips backwards towards night. | |
| Orange, | |
| the scratched orange of the gas bottles | |
| delivered for lack of pipeline, | |
| dragged to the door by the man in a wig. | |
| Orange, | |
| the soft orange of two full moons – | |
| one high, one low in a puddle mirror | |
| floating in a pothole of the unmade road. |
| zuò cí : Benge, Wyatt | |
| Orange, | |
| the fierce orange of the eggshaped fireball | |
| plopping into the ocean | |
| as the earth tips backwards towards night. | |
| Orange, | |
| the scratched orange of the gas bottles | |
| delivered for lack of pipeline, | |
| dragged to the door by the man in a wig. | |
| Orange, | |
| the soft orange of two full moons | |
| one high, one low in a puddle mirror | |
| floating in a pothole of the unmade road. |