under the parasol, the magistrate sings the madrigal and shields his face 在阳伞下，裁判官唱情歌和盾牌脸色

from the man who sells his madness by way of the gun - 从谁的枪的方式出售他的疯狂的人 -

outside the manner yard on the crippled street 在街上残缺的方式院子外

young girls sell their bodies for bread to eat 年轻女孩出卖肉体的馒头吃

stare the corner down and say so we meet again 盯着墙角下，说让我们再见面

   

but somewhere the people rise and break out in song 但地方民众的上升和爆发歌曲

their voices are carrying them, and i would but the feet on my souls are 他们的声音都背着他们，我想，但我的灵魂的脚

gone from the night they came in 经历了从他们排在晚上

   

they came in trucks with their iron wrath 他们就在卡车的铁怒

driving this country to it's dying breath 推动这个国家它奄奄一息

but it's never enough for the tyrant and his cattle 但它永远都不够的暴君和他的牛

   

let it go 放手吧

   

and there he sits, the self-crowned-king, in his bird bath, just rearranging his things 他在那里坐镇，自我加冕的国王，在他的鸟洗澡，只是重新安排自己的事情

when he hears the songs high over head 当他在头上听到的歌曲高

he glares at the sky in his disbelief 他瞪着天空在他难以置信

throws a fit and splashes the bath empty and orders his generals to aim higher 抛出一个适合和溅起的浴空，命令他的将领们胸怀大志

   

let it go 放手吧