She longs for Peace 她渴望和平

Its her revenge 其她的报复

She's a stark-white Pale Horse Rider 她是一个鲜明的白色淡马骑士

And Hell's just around the bend 与地狱的周围的弯曲刚

She's kids to raise 她的孩子们募集

She's got bills to feed 她有账单要养活

And her pride is a higher horse 而她的骄傲，是一个更高的马

Than some bum of a man upon a steed 不是一个人在一匹骏马，一些流浪汉

The handle's rough, 手柄的粗糙，

She works it smooth 她的作品也顺利

Hardened by the pace 由硬化的步伐

The handds get though and it transfers through 该handds得到，虽然它通过传递

Before the lines can reach her face 前行可到达她的脸

   

She flies like a kite held at the other end 她像苍蝇在另一端举行的风筝

Tuggin; dont on her cinnamon threads Tuggin ;不要在她的肉桂线程

Shes shreddin' in the wind 畲族在风shreddin

   

But she reads The Bible 但她读的圣经

She believes in the light 她认为，在光

She thumbs through the pages 她竖起大拇指通过网页

Til the Good Book smolders and ignites 直到好书冒烟并点燃

She cries late at night 她哭深夜

No one to hold her tight 没有人抱紧她

Like she should be.. Cinnamindy 像她应该是.. Cinnamindy

   

Hoarse and sore, her scratchy voice 嘶哑，疼痛，她沙哑的声音

Saws thru a song like a rusty cello 锯通就像一个生锈的大提琴曲

Now I lay me down to sleep 现在我躺下睡觉

Lights out, time to dream 熄灯，时间梦想

Her days are fine 她的日子都很好

She makes everybody smile 她让每个人都微笑

With her raspy laugh 与她刺耳的笑声

The days are long 长日漫漫

But she blows it all off 但她吹它全部关闭

With a wink and a little sass 了一个眼色和一个小青菜

   

She flies like a kite... 她过得像个风筝...