When August winds are turning, 当八月的风转向，

The fishing boats set out upon the sea, 载在海上的渔船，

I watch 'til they sail out of sight, 我看，直到他们航行的视线，

The winter follows soon, 冬天如下很快，

I watch them drawn into the night, 看着他们画到深夜，

Beneath the August moon. 下方八月的月亮。

   

No one knows I come here, 没有人知道我来这里，

Some things I don't share, 有些事情我不同意，

I can't explain the reasons why, 我无法解释原因，

It moves me close to tears, 这让我感动快要哭了，

Or something in the season's change, 或者一些在本赛季的变化，

Will find me wandering here. 会发现我在这里徘徊。

   

And in my public moments, 而在我的公开的时刻，

I hear the things I say but they're not me, 我听到的事情，我说，但他们不是我的，

Perhaps I'll know before I die, 或许，我就知道在我死之前，

Admit that there's a reason why, 承认有一个原因，

I count the boats returning to the sea, 我数着小船返回大海，

I count the boats returning to the sea. 我算回到大海的船。

   

And in my private moments, 而在我的私人的时刻，

I drop the mask that I've been forced to wear, 我放弃，我一直在被迫戴上了面具，

But no one knows this secret me, 但没有人知道这个秘密我，

Where albeit unconsciously, 凡虽然在不知不觉中，

I count the boats returning from the sea, 我数着小船从海上回来，

I count the boats returning from the sea. 我指望从海上回来的船。