No shadow 没有影子

No stars 没有星星

No moon 没有月亮

No care 了无牵挂

November 十一月

It only believes 它只相信

In a pile of dead leaves 在一堆枯叶

And a moon 和一个月亮

That's the color of bone 这就是骨的颜色

   

No prayers for November 没有祈祷十一月

To linger longer 徘徊更长

Stick your spoon in the wall 把你的勺子在墙上

We'll slaughter them all 我们将屠杀他们都

   

November has tied me 11月以来捆箱

To an old dead tree 一个老枯树

Get word to April 带话给日

To rescue me 救我

November's cold chain 11月的冷链

   

Made of wet boots and rain 由湿靴子和雨

And shiny black ravens 有光泽的黑色的乌鸦

On chimney smoke lanes 在烟囱冒烟车道

November seems odd 十一月似乎很奇怪

You're my firing squad 你是我的行刑队

November 十一月

   

With my hair slicked back 我的头发梳背

With carrion shellac 与腐肉虫胶

With the blood from a pheasant 随着血野鸡

And the bone from a hare 而从兔子的骨头

   

Tied to the branches 绑在树枝

Of a roebuck stag à羚羊雄鹿

Left to wave in the timber 留在木材波

Like a buck shot flag 像降压拍摄标志

   

Go away you rainsnout 走开，你rainsnout

Go away, blow your brains out 走开，打击你的脑袋

November 十一月