A Perfect Indian is he 一个完美的印第安人是他

Remembering him life is sweet 记住他的生活是甜蜜

Like a weeping willow 像垂柳

His face on my pillow 他对我的枕面

Comes to me still in my dreams 说到我还在我的梦想

And there I saw a young baby 在那里我看到了一个年轻的婴儿

A beautiful daughter was she 一个漂亮的女儿是她

A face from a painting 从画的人脸

Red cheeks and teeth aching 红色的脸颊和牙齿酸痛

Her eyes like a wild Irish sea 她的眼睛像一只爱尔兰海

On a table in her yellow dress 在她黄色的衣服表

For a photograph feigned happiness 对于照片假装幸福

Why in my life is that the only time 为什么在我的生命是唯一的一次

That any of you will smile at me 任何人都会对我笑

I'm sailing on this terrible ocean 我航行在这可怕的海洋

I've come for my self to retrieve 我来为我自己找回

Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children 太长时间了我一直感觉像李尔的孩子

And there's only one way to be free 还有的是自由的唯一途径

He's shy and he speaks quietly 他是害羞，他平静地说

He's gentle and he seems to me 他的温柔，他似乎对我

Like the elf-arrow 像小精灵箭头

His face worn and harrowed 他的脸磨损，耙

Is he a daydreamer like me 他是像我这样的空想家

I'm sailing on this terrible ocean 我航行在这可怕的海洋

I've come for my self to retrieve 我来为我自己找回

Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children 太长时间了我一直感觉像李尔的孩子

And there's only one way to be free 还有的是自由的唯一途径