From the dusty mesa, her looming shadow grows 从尘土飞扬的台面，她若隐若现的影子增长

Hidden in the branches of the poison creosote. 隐藏在毒木馏油的分支机构。

   

She twines her spines up slowly towards the boiling sun, 她缠绕她的脊椎慢慢往沸腾的太阳，

And when I touched her skin, my fingers ran with blood. 当我摸她的皮肤，我的手指跑了鲜血。

   

In the hushing dusk, under a swollen silver moon, 在hushing黄昏，下肿银色的月光，

I came walking with the wind to watch the cactus bloom. 我来到风边走边看仙人掌开花。

   

A strange hunger haunted me; the looming shadows danced. 一个奇怪的饥饿困扰着我;若隐若现的影子跳舞。

I fell down to the thorny brush and felt a trembling hand. 我倒下来的棘手刷感觉到颤抖的手。

   

When the last light warms the rocks and the rattlesnakes unfold, 当最后的光芒温暖的岩石和响尾蛇展开，

Mountain cats will come to drag away your bones. 山猫会来拖走你的骨头。

   

And rise with me forever across the silent sand, 和我永远上涨对面沉默砂，

And the stars will be your eyes and the wind will be my hands. 和星星将是你的眼睛，风将我的手。