In a country house with the windows lit by burning wicks 在一个国家内部具有燃烧灯芯点燃了窗

And the walls held up by wood and bricks and ghosts that wander through 并通过由漫步木举行了墙壁和砖和鬼

An old man died, but the help won’t come till Monday next 一位老人去世了，但帮助不会来，直到下一个星期一

And he’s gone to meet the architects of the only world he knew 他走了满足，他知道世界上唯一的建筑师

   

And he’s lonesome 他是寂寞

   

And the family mourned, at the wake he lay in front of them 和家人哀悼，在之后他在他们面前躺着

Just as silent as he’d ever been to any young child’s eyes 正如沉默他就没有去过任何年轻的孩子的眼睛

And by buried skin, they shed their laughter and their tears 并通过埋皮肤，他们抛头颅，洒欢笑和泪水

The pain of all those early years where innocence had died 所有这些早年在那里的清白已经死亡的痛苦

   

But now they’re lonesome 但现在他们是寂寞

   

Memorials that we may build 纪念馆，我们可以构建

They won’t the holes forever fill 它们不会在孔永远填

There is a deep and aching chill 有一个深刻而痛苦的寒意

That settles in our bones 那就解决了我们的骨头

   

’Cause we’re lonesome “因为我们是寂寞

   

Did you ever love somebody? 你有没有想过爱一个人？

Did you ever lose someone? 你有没有失去什么人？

   

’Cause we’re lonesome “因为我们是寂寞

   

In a country house with the windows all lit up 在一个国家内部的窗户都亮了起来