Fog's rollin' in off the East River bank 雾在关东畔罗林

Like a shroud it covers Bleeker Street 像寿衣覆盖鱼骨街

Fills the alleys where men sleep 罢了，在那里男人们睡觉的小巷

Hides the shepherd from the sheep 从羊身上隐藏的牧羊人

   

Voices leaking from a sad cafe 声音从伤心咖啡馆漏水

Smiling faces try to understand 笑脸试着去了解

I saw a shadow touch a shadow's hand 我看到一个影子触摸阴影的手

On Bleeker Street 在鱼骨街

   

A poet reads his crooked rhyme 诗人读他歪韵

Holy, holy is his sacrament 圣哉，圣是他的圣礼

Thirty dollars pays your rent 三十块钱付房租

On Bleeker Street 在鱼骨街

   

I head a church bell softly chime 我脑袋一所教堂的钟声轻轻磬

In a melody sustainin' 在旋律sustainin “

It's a long road to Caanan 这是一个漫长的道路Caanan

On Bleeker Street 在鱼骨街

Bleeker Street 鱼骨街