Fifty miles from Dakota territory 从达科他州境内五十英里

Cheyenne scalp hangs from his belt 从他的皮带夏安头皮挂

Found him alone washing in the Bighorn 在大角发现他独自一人洗

a steady aim and he bagged his game 一个稳定的目标，他囊括了他的比赛

   

Pale sun falls without contest 苍白的阳光落在无大赛

Here is obedient darkness 这里是听话的黑暗

He will not return 他不会回来

   

White Cadillac, white man at the wheel, 白色凯迪拉克，白衣男子在车轮，

white faces on the mountain, 白色的面孔上了山，

wounds that will never heal 伤口永远不会愈合

Black clouds overhead, old man says 乌云开销，老头说：

looks like rain 好像要下雨了

Thieves' Road winds to the Black Hills sign 盗贼道风的布莱克山的标志

says South Dakota, U.S.A. 说，南达科他州， U.S.A.

   

Grass plains stretch to the horizon, 草平原一望无际，

not a soul can be found on them 没有一个人可以在他们身上找到

They will not return 他们将不会返回

   

Old rusted pickup and a mad dog in the yard, 生锈的旧皮卡，并在院子里疯狗，

purple paint peels but fails to reveal 紫色的油漆剥落，但没有透露

the bitterness that grows inside 这里面成长的辛酸

Cloud of dust in the distance, 尘埃云的距离，

strange knock beneath my hood 奇怪的敲我的引擎盖下

Is it better to have words left unsaid 难道最好有没说的话

than to have words misunderstood? 不是有话误解？

   

Pale sun falls without contest 苍白的阳光落在无大赛

Here is obedient darkness 这里是听话的黑暗

It will return 它会返回

I know it will return 我知道它会返回

It will return 它会返回