Left wing, savoir faire 左翼，诀窍

Ageing flicks of my thin brown hair 我的薄棕色头发老化的笔触

Like an elegy, soaking me, 像一首挽歌，浸泡了我，

Drenched in the language of social mobility, 湿透的社会流动性的语言，

But I don’t seem to mind 但我似乎并不介意做

The gruesome link between 之间的可怕链接

People and time; 人力和时间;

It’s an enemy, telling me 这是一个敌人，告诉我

The wheels of profit 利润车轮

Are circling in the opposite. 盘旋在对面。

   

Life don’t animate - 人生没有动画 -

Just creeps up on you slowly. 只是悄悄地对你缓慢。

Surely, holy water 当然，圣水

Flows as normal water does? 流动是正常的水呢？

In Little Italy, I re-adhere. 在小意大利，我再坚持。

   

Sojourn in my guilt, 寄居在我的愧疚，

Wrestle words as the apostrophes wilt, 格斗字为撇号病，

Let the elegiac question why 让祭文问题，为什么

Accidents happen or the well will dry. 意外发生或好会干。

So some come, kill me quick, 因此，一些来了，杀了我快，

Tie me down 牵制我

To an anodyne drip, 到了止痛药滴，

To the will of god, 神的旨意，

And the people with sticks; 和人用棍棒;

For filled with the shrill 对于充斥着刺耳

They show much better that 他们表现出更好的

   

Life don’t animate - 人生没有动画 -

Just creeps up on you slowly. 只是悄悄地对你缓慢。

Surely, holy water 当然，圣水

Flows as normal water does? 流动是正常的水呢？

In Little Italy, I re-adhere. 在小意大利，我再坚持。

   

When the steeple cries, 当尖顶哭，

There’s a martyr 有一个烈士

For every pause. 对于每一个停顿。

When a dozen die, 当打不死，

It’s a starter for ten 这是一个启动器10

To the men 给男人

Who proselytise that 谁proselytise了

a life isn’t owned but atoned. 生活不是拥有，但救赎。

They solidify, and in time become 它们固化，最终将会

Blackened and martyred. 熏黑和殉国。

   

Life don’t animate - 人生没有动画 -

Just creeps up on you slowly. 只是悄悄地对你缓慢。

Surely, holy water 当然，圣水

Flows as normal water does? 流动是正常的水呢？

In Little Italy, I re-adhere. 在小意大利，我再坚持。