Sitting all alone, looking at the throne of the one I used to love 独坐着，看着我曾经爱的人的宝座

Sitting all alone, looking at the stone of my lovely inca love 独坐着，看着我可爱的印加人爱石

   

The huntress stands, with peacock hands she'd take me to where she lie 身旁站立，与孔雀的手，她会带我去她所在

She sighs so deep, it rocks the river of her stomach sky 她叹了口气如此之深，岩石她的胃天空河

   

The oval moon, it tans the faun who holds grapes for my love 椭圆形的月亮，它晒黑谁拥有葡萄对我的爱的牧神

Sitting all alone, sitting in the throne of my lovely inca love 独坐着，坐在我可爱的印加人的爱的宝座

   

Hare krishna 克利须那

   

I come from a time where the burning of trees was a crime, 我来自一个时间，树木燃烧是一种犯罪，

I lived by a sea where to be was a thing of true joy, 我住在一个海边的地方是是真正的快乐的事情，

My people were fair and had sky in their hair, 我这人是公平和有天在自己的头发，

But now they're content to wear stars on their brows. 但现在他们的内容戴星上眉头。