On a highway along the atlantic I'm rifling through these last 17 years. 在高速公路上沿大西洋，我通过这过去的17年膛线。

The radio waxes romantic. 无线电蜡浪漫。

It's lullabies fill our eyes with tears. 这是摇篮曲填写我们的眼睛泪水。

   

We don't say a word. 我们不说一句话。

There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard. 还有什么可说的还没有听说。

And how you've grown my little bird. 如何你已经长大我的小鸟儿。

I'm regretting letting you fly. 我后悔让你飞。

   

6 pounds and 7 ounces. 6磅和7盎司。

A ball of bones and flesh and tears were you. 骨骼和血肉和泪水的球是你的。

Now your hands, your tiny pink hands, grew larger than my hands ever grew. 现在你的手，你的小粉红手，同比增长大于我的手不断增长。

   

We don't say a word. 我们不说一句话。

There's nothing to say that hasn't been heard. 还有什么可说的还没有听说。

And how you've grown my little bird. 如何你已经长大我的小鸟儿。

I'm regretting letting you fly. 我后悔让你飞。

I'm regretting letting you fly. 我后悔让你飞。

I'm regretting letting you fly. 我后悔让你飞。

   

On a highway. On a highway. 在高速公路上。在高速公路上。