I was walking by the graveyard, late last Friday night, 我走了墓地，周五晚上，

I heard somebody yelling, it sounded like a fight. 我听到有人喊叫，听起来像是吵架。

It was just a drunken hobo dancing circles in the night, 这只是一个喝醉酒的流浪汉在夜里跳舞圈，

Pouring whiskey on the headstones in the blue moonlight. 在蓝色的月光下的墓碑浇威士忌。

So often have I wondered where these homeless brothers go, 所以经常有我想知道当这些无家可归的兄弟走了，

Down in some hidden valley were their sorrows cannot show, 唐恩在一些隐蔽的山谷为他们的痛苦无法显示，

Where the police cannot find them, where the wanted men can go. 当警方无法找到他们，其中被通缉的人可以走了。

There's freedom when your walking, even though you're walking slow. 有自由，当你走，即使你走慢。

   

Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, 粉碎你的瓶子上一块墓碑和生活，而你可以，

that homeless brother is my friend. 无家可归的兄弟是我的朋友。

   

It's hard to be a pack rat, it's hard to be a 'bo, 这很难成为一个收破烂的，它很难成为一个“微博，

but living's so much harder where the heartless people go. 但生活是如此困难得多，其中没心没肺的人去了。

Somewhere the dogs are barking and the children seem to know 某处的狗叫声，孩子们似乎知道

That Jesus on the highway was a lost hobo. 在高速公路上，耶稣是丢失的流浪汉。

And they hear the holy silence of the temples in the hill, 他们听到在圣山上的寺庙沉默，

And they see the ragged tatters as another kind of thrill. 他们看到衣衫褴褛破布作为另一种快感。

And they envy him the sunshine and they pity him the chill, 他们羡慕他的阳光，他们同情他的寒意，

And they're sad to do their living for some other kind of thrill. 而且他们伤心尽自己的生活一些其他类型的快感。

   

Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, 粉碎你的瓶子上一块墓碑和生活，而你可以，

that homeless brother is my friend. 无家可归的兄弟是我的朋友。

   

Somewhere there was a woman, somewhere there was a child, 某个地方有个女人，在某处有个孩子，

Somewhere there was a cottage where the marigolds grew wild. 某处有一间小屋，其中万寿菊生长的野生。

But some where's just like nowhere when you leave it for a while, 但有些地方就像无处当你离开了一段时间，

You'll find the broken-hearted when you're travelling jungle-style. 你会找到你心碎，当你旅行的丛林风格。

Down the bowels of a broken land where numbers live like men, 下来的破片土地上的数字活得像人的肠子，

Where those who keep their senses have them taken back again, 如果这些谁保持了理智让他们采取了回来，

Where the night stick cracks with crazy rage, where madmen don't pretend, 凡警棍裂缝疯狂的愤怒，其中疯子不要假装，

Where wealth has no beginning and poverty no end. 财富在哪里没有开始和贫困没有结束。

   

Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, 粉碎你的瓶子上一块墓碑和生活，而你可以，

that homeless brother is my friend. 无家可归的兄弟是我的朋友。

   

The ghosts of highway royalty have vanished in the night, 高速公路费的鬼已经消失在黑夜里，

The Whitman wanderer walking toward a glowing inner light. 惠特曼游子走向光辉的内在的光。

The children have grown older and the cops have gripped us tight, 孩子们长大后和警察已经抓住我们紧张，

There's no spot round the melting pot for free men in their flight. 有圆形的大熔炉自由的人在他们的飞行没有现货。

And you who leave on promises and prosper as you please, 和你的承诺谁离开，繁荣请你，

The victim of your riches often dies of your disease, 你的财富的牺牲品，是死亡的疾病，

He can't hear the factory whistle, just the lonesome freight train's wheeze, 他无法听到哨声工厂，就在寂寞的货运列车的哮鸣音，

He's living on good fortune, he ain't dying on his knees. 他住在好运气，他不是死在他的膝盖上。

   

Smash your bottle on a gravestone and live while you can, 粉碎你的瓶子上一块墓碑和生活，而你可以，

that homeless brother is my friend. 无家可归的兄弟是我的朋友。

That homeless brother is my friend. 无家可归的兄弟是我的朋友。