There is no time to discuss or debate 有没有时间来讨论或辩论

what is right, what is wrong for our people. 什么是对，什么是错的为我们的人民。

Time has run out for all those who wait 时间已经用完了所有这些谁等待

with bent limbs and minds that are feeble. 用弯曲的四肢和头脑是软弱的。

   

And the rain falls and blows through their window 而下雨和打击通过其窗口

and the snow falls and blows through their door. 和降雪和吹过他们的门。

And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation. 和季节围绕饥饿中旬的声音。

When the tides rise, they cover the floor. 当潮水上涨，它们涵盖了地板上。

   

They come from the north and they come from the south 他们来自北方，他们来自南方

and they come from the hills and the valleys. 他们来自于丘陵和山谷。

And they're migrants and farmers and miners and humans, 而且他们的移民和农民和矿工和人类，

our census neglected to tally. 我们普查忽视理货。

   

And the rain falls and blows through their window 而下雨和打击通过其窗口

and the rain falls and it blows through their door. 和雨落，它吹过他们的门。

And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation. 和季节围绕饥饿中旬的声音。

When the tides rise, they cover the floor. 当潮水上涨，它们涵盖了地板上。

   

And they're African, Mexican, Caucasian, Indian, 而且他们是非洲，墨西哥，高加索，印度，

hungry and hopeless Americans. 饥饿和绝望的美国人。

The orphans of wealth and of adequate health, 足够的健康和财富的孤儿，

disowned by this nation they live in. 由这个国家，他们住在六亲不认。

   

And with weather worn hands on bread lines they stand, 并与他们站在面包生产线全天候佩戴的手，

yet but one more degradation. 却是一个更为恶化。

And they're treated like tramps while we sell them food stamps 和他们一样对待流浪汉，而我们卖给他们食物券

this thriving and prosperous nation. 这个繁荣昌盛的国家。

   

And the rain falls and blows through their window 而下雨和打击通过其窗口

and the snow falls and blows through their door. 和降雪和吹过他们的门。

And the seasons revolve mid their sounds of starvation. 和季节围绕饥饿中旬的声音。

When the tides rise, they cover the floor. 当潮水上涨，它们涵盖了地板上。

   

And with roaches and rickets and rats in the thickets, 与蟑螂和佝偻病和老鼠在灌丛中，

infested, diseased and decaying. 出没，病和腐烂。

With rags and no shoes and skin sores that ooze, 随着衣衫褴褛，没有鞋子和皮肤溃疡的渗出，

by the poisonous pools, they are playing. 受毒池，他们是在玩。

   

In shacks of two rooms that are rotting wood tombs 在两间客房，腐烂的木棚屋墓葬

with corpses breathing inside them. 有呼吸的尸体在他们里面。

And we pity their plight as they call in the night 我们同情他们的困境，他们在夜里打电话

and we do all that we can do to hide them. 我们做一切我们能做的来隐藏它们。

   

And the rain falls and blows through their window 而下雨和打击通过其窗口

and the snow falls in white drifts that fold 和降雪在折叠的白色漂移

and the tides rise with floods in the nursery. 和潮汐上升与在幼儿园的洪水。

And a child is crying, he's hungry and cold, 和一个小孩在哭泣，他饥寒交迫，

his life has been sold, his young face looks old. 他的生活已经卖完，他年轻的脸看起来老了。

It's the face of America, dying. 这是美国的面孔，奄奄一息。