As we go marching, marching in the beauty of the day, 正如我们在行军，行进在这一天的美丽，

a million darkened kitchens, a thousand mill lofts gray 一百万昏暗的厨房，千磨灰阁楼

are touched with all the radiance that a sudden sun discloses. 被感动了所有的突然阳光，公开的光芒。

For the people hear us singing, bread and roses, bread and roses. 对于人们听到我们的歌声，面包和玫瑰，面包和玫瑰。

   

As we go marching, marching, we battle too for men. 当我们去游行，游行，我们战斗过的男人。

For they are women's children and we mother them again. 因为他们是妇女和儿童，我们照顾他们了。

Our lives shall not be sweetened from birth until life closes. 我们的生活不得从出生加糖直至生命结束。

Hearts starve as well as bodies, give us bread, but give us roses. 心中饿死，以及身体，给我们面包，但给我们的玫瑰。

   

As we go marching, marching, we bring the greater days 正如我们在行军，行军，我们为大家带来了更大的天

for the rising of the women means the rising of the race . 对于女性的崛起意味着比赛的上升。

No more the drudge and idler, ten that toil where one reposes, 没有更多的苦力和惰轮， 10的辛劳，其中一个寄托，

but the sharing of life's glories, bread and roses, bread and roses. 但人生的辉煌，面包和玫瑰，面包和玫瑰的共享。