We lined up there pale, stiff and cold, like racks of bed and breakfast toast 我们列队出现面色苍白，僵硬和冰冷，像床和早餐，烤面包架

So high up on the slate quarry, that you swore that you could see the coast 因此，在高高的石板采石场，你发誓，你可以看到海岸

I thought I lost you in the dark, only twenty-four feet apart 我想我在黑暗中，只有24英尺失去你除了

More stories tightrope on that stare, than the same white line at Meurig Park 更多故事走钢丝上盯，比同白线， Meurig公园

 

The dirt above, the stars below, I watched your face dry cold amid the afterglow 泥土上面，下面的星星，我看着你的脸，干燥寒冷之中的余辉

And when they think of you and me, it's clear if you're the doormat, I'm the hickory 而当他们认为你和我，很明显，如果你的受气包，我的山核桃

   

Happenstance can wait for tomorrow, 'cause you got to do it right 偶然可以等待明天，因为你有这样做的权利

Your shoulders flow from neck like a wine bottle's, bear them broad tonight 你的肩膀上，从脖子流出像酒瓶的，承担他们今晚广阔

You and I, we consecrate, my heart and all resolve might break 你和我，我们奉献，我的心脏和所有的解决可能突破

You'll know us by the way we crawl, you'll know us by our cemetery gaits. 你就会知道我们，我们抓取的方式，您将通过我们的墓地步态认识我们。

 

Dawn comes, awoken by sheep's bleat, a fleet of hearses line the street 黎明到来，由羊的鸣叫惊醒，灵车车队行街

A widow sobs, more widows weep, while we intrude like a widow's peak 寡妇哭泣，更寡妇哭泣，当我们侵入像一个寡妇的高峰

I shimmy up the cenotaph, regale with my melancholy í舞动起来的衣冠冢，款待我的忧郁

"Two words upon my headstone, please", don't need date or name, just 'Sad Story' “在我的墓碑两句话，请” ，不需要日期或姓名，只是“悲伤的故事”

 

They boast of poets on their side, but what use will they be if this comes to a fight? 他们拥有在自己身边的诗人，但他们是怎样用的，如果这涉及到打架？

I glance along the length of pew and all that I can think's I want to undress you í一眼沿着长椅的长度和所有我能想到的我要你脱衣服