Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch 八十岁，一个老太太了，坐在前廊

Watching the clouds roll by 看云卷，

They remind her of her lover, how he left her, and of times long ago. 他们提醒她，她的情人，他是怎么离开了她，并多次很久以前。

When she used to color carelessly painted his portrait 当她用色不小心画他的肖像

A thousand times-or maybe just his smile- 一千次，或者只是他smile-

And she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go 她和她的画布将跟随他的地方，他会去

   

'Cause I'm a painter and i want to paint you a lovely world “因为我是个画家，我要画你一个可爱的世界

A lovely world. 一个可爱的世界。

   

Oil streaked daisies covered the living room wall 油挑染雏菊涵盖了客厅的墙上

He put water-colored roses in her hair 他把水彩色玫瑰在她的头发

He said, "Love, I love you, I want to give you mountains, the sunshine, the sunset too 他说： “爱你，我爱你，我想给你的山脉，阳光，夕阳太

I just want to give you a world as beautiful as you are to me 我只是想给你一个世界的美丽，你是我的

   

'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves “因为他们是画家和他们画自己

A lovely world. 一个可爱的世界。

   

So they sat down and made a drawing of their love, they made it an art to live by 于是他们坐下，并提出了自己的爱的图画，他们使其成为一个由艺术生活

They painted every, passion every home, created every beautiful child 他们每画，激情每一个家庭，每一个创造美子

in the winter they were weavers of warmth, in summer they were carpenters of love 在冬天，他们温暖的织工，在夏天，他们的爱情木匠

They thought blue prints were too sad so they made them yellow 他们认为蓝印花布太难过所以他们使他们的黄色

   

'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves “因为他们是画家和他们画自己

A lovely world. 一个可爱的世界。

   

Until one day the rain fell as thick as black oil 直到有一天下雨一样厚的黑油

And in her heart she knew something was wrong 而在她的心脏，她知道什么是错的

She went running through the orchard screaming, 她经历了果园尖叫运行，

'No God, don't take him from me!,' “没有上帝，不要把他从我身边！ ”

But buy the time she got there, she feared he already had gone 不过，她买了那里的时候，她担心他已经走了

She got to where he lay, water-colored roses in his hands for her 她得躺在那里，水彩色玫瑰在他的手上，她

She threw them down screaming, 'Damn you man, don't leave me 她扔了下来，尖叫， “你这该死的男人，不要离开我

with nothing left behind but these cold paintings, these cold portraits to remind me! 什么也没有留下，但这些冰冷的画作，这些冰冷的画像，提醒我！

He said, 'Love I leave, but only a little, try to understand 他说， “爱我离开，但只有一点点，试着去了解

I put my soul in this life we created with these four hands 我把我的灵魂在今生，我们这些四手创造

Love, I leave, but only a little this world holds me still 爱情，我离开，但只有一点点这个世界上我认为还是

My body may die now, but these paintings are real.' 我的身体现在可以死，但这些画都是真实的。 “

So many seasons came and many seasons went 如此多的季节来了许多季节去

and many times she saw her loves face watering the flowers, 很多时候，她看见了她爱的脸给花浇水，

talking to the trees and singing to his children 说话的树和唱歌给他的孩子

And when the wind blew, she knew he was listening, 当风吹，她知道他在听，

and how he seamed to laugh along, and how he seemed to hold her 以及他如何缝合到一起笑了，他怎么好像抱她

when she was crying 当她哭了

   

'Cause they were painters and they were painting themselves “因为他们是画家和他们画自己

A lovely world. 一个可爱的世界。

   

Eighty years, an old lady now, sitting on the front porch 八十岁，一个老太太了，坐在前廊

Watching the clouds roll by, they remind her of her lover 看着白云悠悠飘飞，他们提醒她情人的她

how he left her and of times long ago, when she used to color carelessly, 他是怎么离开她的时候和不久前，当她用色不慎，

Painted his portrait a thousand times, or maybe just his smile, 画他的肖像一千倍，或者只是他的笑容，

and she and her canvas would follow him wherever he would go 她和她的画布将跟随他的地方，他会去

   

Yes, she and her canvas still follow 是的，她和她的画布上仍然遵循

Because they are painters and they are painting themselves 因为他们是画家和他们画自己

A lovely world 一个可爱的世界