Walking round Chicago, 行走轮芝加哥，

I have smuggled you as cargo, 我已经走私你的货，

though you are far away unknowing. 虽然你很遥远不知情。

By the time we get to Salt Lake 到时候我们去盐湖城

I have packed you in my suitcase, 我装你在我的行李箱，

ironed the creases from my own remembering 从我自己的记忆熨烫的折痕

   

She said Bird, why? 她说鸟，为什么呢？

   

We wound our way to Texas 我们绕的路，德州

where I summoned remote hexes 在这里我召唤远程不吉利的东西

and I sent them across dust and oceans. 我送他们穿过灰尘和海洋。

In Phoenix, Arizona I had the notion 在亚利桑那州凤凰城，我有想法

I might phone you, 我会打电话给你，

but there it lived and died, a notion. 但也有它生存和死亡，这一概念。

   

She said Bird, why? I said Bird, why? 她说鸟，为什么呢？我说鸟，为什么呢？

   

Oh my satellite, oh my passenger. 哦，我的卫星，噢，我的乘客。

   

We came up on Ohio, 我们来到了俄亥俄州，

I have you chewed on like a biro. 我中有你咀嚼像比罗。

You are a sum I am no closer to deciphering. 你是和我没有接近破译。

We came up to Minneapolis, 我们来到了明尼阿波利斯，

all fizzy blood and twitchy fists. 所有碳酸血和颠簸拳头。

I buried you in a day of snowing. 我下雪的日子埋你了。

   

She said Bird, why? I said Bird, why? 她说鸟，为什么呢？我说鸟，为什么呢？

   

Oh my satellite, oh my passenger. 哦，我的卫星，噢，我的乘客。