I am just a poor boy 我只是一个可怜的孩子

Though my story seldom told 虽然我的故事告诉了很少

I squandered my resistance í挥霍我的性

For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises 对于一个完整的喃喃自语的口袋里如许

   

All lies and jests 所有的谎言和俏皮话

Still a man hears 还是一个人听

What he wants to hear 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 stations running scared 在安静的火车站的运行害怕

   

Laying low seeking out the poor quarters 铺设低寻找穷人宿舍

Where the ragged people go 当衣衫褴褛的人去

Looking for the places 寻找的地方

Only they would know 只有他们知道

   

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 就在加油

From the whores on seventh avenue 从第七大道上的妓女

I do declare there were times 说真的有那么几次

When I was so lonesome 当我是如此寂寞

I took some comfort there 我带了一些安慰有

   

Then I'm laying down my winter clothes 于是我放下我的冬衣

And wishing I was home going home 并希望我回家回家

Where the New York City winters 当纽约市的冬天

Aren't bleeding me, leading me going home 不出血了我，带我回家

   

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade 在结算站在一个拳击手和一个战士用他的贸易

And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down 他携带每次躺下手套的提醒

And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame 并打断了他，直到他大叫他的愤怒和他的耻辱

I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains 我要离开，我离开，但战机仍