I am just a poor boy 我只是一个可怜的孩子

Though my story's seldom told 虽然我的故事的很少告诉

I have squandered my resistance 我已经浪费了我的性

For a pocketful of mumbles 对于口袋曼波斯的

Such are promises 如承诺

All lies and jests 所有的谎言和俏皮话

Still a man hears what he wants to hear 还是一个人听到他想听到什么

And disregards the rest 而忽略休息

   

When I left my home and my family 当我离开我的家，我的家人

I was no more than a boy 我只不过是一个小男孩更

In the company of strangers 在陌生的公司

In the quiet of the railway station 在火车站的宁静

Running scared 运行害怕

Laying low, seeking out the poorer quarters 铺设低，追求了贫民区

Where the ragged people go 当衣衫褴褛的人去

Looking for the places only they would know 寻找的地方只有他们会知道

   

Lie la lie... 撒谎骗人的啦...

   

Asking only workman's wages 只要求工人的工资

I come looking for a job 我来寻找工作

But I get no offers 但我没有得到任何报价

Just a come-on from the whores on Seventh Avenue 刚一来 - 从第七大道的妓女

I do declare, there were times when I was so lonesome 说真的，有些时候我是如此寂寞

I took some comfort there 我带了一些安慰有

   

Now the years are rolling by me, they are rockin' evenly 现在，这些年来都是由我滚，他们是摇滚均匀

I am older than I once was 我年纪大了，比我曾经是

And younger than I'll be that's not unusual. 和比我小会，这不是寻常的。

No it isn't strange after changes upon changes we are more or less the same 不，它是不奇怪后在变化的变化，我们都或多或少相同

After changes we are more or less the same 之后的变化，我们都或多或少相同

   

Lie la lie... 撒谎骗人的啦...

   

Then I'm laying out my winter clothes 然后我布置我的冬衣

And wishing I was gone 并希望我走了

Going home 回家

Where the New York City winters aren't bleeding me, 当纽约市的冬天不出血了我，

Leading me, going home. 引导我，要回家了。

   

In the clearing stands a boxer 在结算站在一个拳击手

And a fighter by his trade 和一个战士用他的贸易

And he carries the reminders 他携带的提醒

Of every glove that laid him down 每次躺下手套

Or cut him till he cried out 或打断他，直到他哭了出来

In his anger and his shame 在他的愤怒和他的耻辱

"I am leaving, I am leaving" “我要走了，我走了”

But the fighter still remains 但战斗机仍

I am leaving 我要离开

But the fighter still remains 但战斗机仍

   

Lie la lie... 撒谎骗人的啦...