The bird that plucked the Olive Leaf 在弹拨的橄榄叶鸟

Has been circling like a record 'round the spindle in my mind 一直盘旋状的记录“轮在我的脑海主轴

Where the needle's worn the grooves too deep, 其中所述针的磨损的凹槽过深，

And scratched the wax that's blistered from the heat besides 并划伤了的从热水泡除蜡

So from any movement in the room- 所以从在房间─任何运动

If my cat walked by the arm skipped! 如果我的猫走过的手臂跳过！

But to my surprise, my interrupting cat improved 但让我吃惊，我打断了猫改善

A sound already so severely compromised 一个健全的已经这么严重受损

   

The needle's worn the grooves too deep 针的磨损沟槽过深

   

I'm a donkey's jaw on a desert dune 我在沙漠沙丘驴的下巴

Beside the bush that Moses saw 除了摩西看见布什

That burned and yet was not consumed 被烧毁，但没有被消耗掉

She's the silver coin I lost, 她是银币我输了，

I'm the sheep who slipped away 我是谁溜走了羊

We pray the fingers crossed 我们祈祷交叉手指

But you listen patiently anyway 但是你听反正耐心

   

I wrote a little song for you 我写了一个小曲儿给你

With a melody I'd borrowed put to words that didn't rhyme 随着旋律我已经把借来的词是不押韵

To repeat what you already knew 重复你已经知道

As the stones thrown at your window tapped a syncopated time 至于扔在你的窗口的石头挖采用了切分音时间

You kept a distance out of fear you'd break 你保持着距离出于恐惧，你会伤了

But what good's a single windchime, hanging quiet all alone? 但是，有什么好是一个单一的风铃，挂安静的一个人吗？

The music our collisions would make 在我们的音乐碰撞将使

Is a sound that turns the road-that-leads-us-back-home 是一个声音，变成了道路的引线美背回家

Into Home. 进入首页。

   

The music our collisions make! 在我们的音乐制作碰撞！

   

I had a rusty spade but I'm not the fighting sort 我有一个生锈的铁锹，但我不是那种战斗

If I was Samson I'd have found that harlot's blade 如果我是大力士我发现，妓女的刀片

And cut my own hair short! 和削减自己的头发剪短！

Then in a market dimly lit I come casually to pay 然后在市场上灯光昏暗我来随便交

You see my coins are counterfeit 你看我的硬币是伪造的

But accept them anyway 不过，接受他们无论如何

   

So spare me your goodbyes, 所以，饶了我吧你告别，

Your waving-handkerchief-good-byes 你挥舞着手帕，道别

Given my tendency to err so on the sentimental side 由于我倾向于犯错等等多愁善感的一面

I'll spare you my goodbyes, 我就不告诉你我的告别，

The truth belongs to G-d, 事实属于G- D，

The mistakes were mine 失误是我的