Closer than close - you see yourself - 比接近接近 - 你看你自己 -

A mirrored image - of what you wanted to be. 镜像图像 - 你想成为怎样的人。

As each day goes by - a little more - 随着时间一天天的流逝 - 多一点 -

You can't remember - what it was you wanted anyway. 你可以不记得 - 那是什么，你反正想。

The fingers feel the lines - they prod the space - 手指感觉的线条 - 它们戳空间 -

Your ageing face - the face that once was so beautiful, 你衰老的脸 - 脸曾经是那么美丽，

is still there but unrecognizable - 仍然存在，只是无法辨认 -

Private Hell. 私人地狱。

   

The man who you once loved - is bald and fat - 你曾经爱过谁的人 - 是秃头和脂肪 -

And seldom in - working late as usual. 而很少在 - 工作到很晚如常。

Your interest has waned - you feel the strain - 你的兴趣已经减弱 - 你觉得紧张 -

The bed springs snap - on the occasions he lies upon you - 床上的弹簧扣 - 对场合，他的谎言在你们身上 -

close your eyes and think of nothing but - 闭上眼睛，想想无非是 -

Private Hell. 私人地狱。

   

Think of Emma - wonder what she's doing - 想想爱玛 - 不知道她在做什么 -

Her husband Terry - and your grandchildren. 她的丈夫特里 - 和你的孙子。

Think of Edward - who's still at college - 想到爱德华 - 谁是还在上大学 -

You send him letters - which he doesn't acknowledge. 你给他的信件 - 这是他不承认。

'Cause he don't care, 因为他不在乎，

They don't care. 他们不关心。

'Cause they're all going through their own - Private Hell. 因为他们都将通过自己的 - 私人地狱。

   

The morning slips away - in a valium haze, 上午溜走 - 在一个安定的阴霾，

And catalogues - and numerous cups of coffee. 和目录 - 与众多的咖啡纸杯。

In the afternoon - the weekly food, 在下午 - 每周的食物，

Is put in bags - as you float off down the high street 放在包包 - 为你飘走下高街

   

The shop windows reflect - play a nameless host, 商店橱窗反映 - 打一种无名的主机，

To a closet ghost - a picture of your fantasy - 一个衣柜鬼 - 你的幻想的画面 -

A victim of your misery - and Private Hell 你的痛苦的受害者 - 和私人地狱

   

Alone at 6 o'clock - you drop a cup - 仅在6点钟位置 - 你把一个杯子 -

You see it smash - inside you crack - 你看它粉碎 - 你内心的破解 -

You can't go on - but you sweep it up - 你不能去 - 但你扫起来 -

   

Safe at last inside your Private Hell. 安全最后的私人地狱里。

Sanity at last inside your Private Hell. 理智最后你的私人地狱里。