Two lightning bolts were delivered to my room, 两个闪电送到了我的房间，

They were gifts from Zeus. 他们是从宙斯的礼物。

I rock the bolts in a bassinet of pine. 我摇滚的螺栓松的摇篮。

   

People ask me how I am, 人们问我怎么了，

I say I’m all right, I’m fine. 我说我没事，我没事。

   

I push the lightning bolts in a pram, 我推了闪电的婴儿车，

Till the sun goes down and it gets dark, 直到太阳下山，并天黑，

And the girls from Jubilee Street hang out their windows, 从租庇利街的女孩挂出窗户，

And they wave and ask me how I am tonight. 和他们挥手，并问我怎么今晚。

I say I’m good, I’m all right. 我说我很好，我没事。

   

In Athens all the youths are crying from the gas. 在雅典所有的年轻人都从气哭了。

I’m by the hotel pool working on a tan. 我对酒店的游泳池工作晒黑。

People come up and ask me who I am. 人上来问我我是谁。

I say if you don’t know, don’t ask. 我说，如果你不知道，不要问。

   

Zeus laughs – but it’s the gas. 宙斯笑 - 但它的气。

And he asks me how I am. 他问我怎么了。

I say Zeus, don’t ask. 我说宙斯，不要问。

   

My lightning bolts are jolts of joy, 我的闪电是喜悦的颠簸，

They are joy boys from Zeus. 他们是从宙斯的快乐男孩。

I feed them porridge in their booster seats of knowledge. 我喂它们粥知识的加高座椅。

And in the cradle of democracy, the pigeons are wearing gas masks. 而在民主的摇篮，鸽子都戴着防毒面具。

   

My lightning bolts play in the elevators, 我的闪电在电梯玩，

They slide down the hotel banister, 他们滑下酒店栏杆，

And Zeus throws a gas canister, 宙斯抛出一个煤气罐，

And it spins around the pool, 它围绕旋转的游泳池，

As pigeons wearing respirators steal the lightning bolts. 鸽子戴防尘口罩偷闪电。

Zeus wants them back. 宙斯希望他们回来。

   

O my bolts of joy, 啊，我的喜悦螺栓，

O my darling little boys. 啊，我亲爱的小男孩。

They are lost to us. 他们输给了我们。

And people... 和人...

They are never coming back. 他们再也不会回来。

   

At night I watch them sleep, 到了晚上看着他们睡觉，

And cry years of tears, 哭泣的眼泪年，

And it’s not the gas. 它不是气体。

   

People ask me how we are 有人问我，我们怎么样

We are, I say, mostly lost. 现在好了，我说，大部分丢失。