1873 was a very bad year for me. 1873年是一个非常糟糕的一年对我来说。

When all I feared just disappeared so suddenly. 当我所担心的只是消失的那么突然。

They got their tickets for the train. 他们得到了他们的票火车。

Raised their weapons and took aim. 提出了他们的武器，并瞄上了。

Laughing from the railroad tracks they shot my brothers in the back. 从铁轨笑他们拍我的兄弟在后面。

1873. No more thunder on the ground. 1873年在地面上没有更多的风头。

Birds were flying round and round. 鸟儿飞了一圈又一圈。

Though the dust we kicked up no longer could be seen. 虽然灰尘，我们大吵不再可以看出。

And 1873 was a very bad year for me. 而1873年是一个非常糟糕的一年对我来说。

1873 was a very bad year for me. 1873年是一个非常糟糕的一年对我来说。

We cradled their babies. 我们怀抱自己的婴儿。

Made up their houses. 由他们的房子。

Covered their feet. 遮脚。

They took what they needed. 他们把他们所需要的。

Never took us for granted. 千万不要把我们视为理所当然。

But the were defeated when people shot at me. 但被击败时，人们拍摄的看着我。

In 1873. 在1873年。

Laid out in the broken sun. 在破碎的阳光布局。

Rain beat on us like a drum. 雨水打在我们如鼓。

The rhythm of that emptiness which shot my spirit free. 空虚而拍我的精神自由的节奏。

In 1873. 在1873年。

1873 was a very bad year for me. 1873年是一个非常糟糕的一年对我来说。