I am just a poor boy 我只是一个可怜的孩子

Though my story is seldom told 虽然我的故事很少被告知

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

For a pocketful of mumbles, such are promises 对于口袋喃喃自语的，如许

   

All lies and jest 所有的谎言和玩笑

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, runnin' scared 在火车站的宁静，天边惊

   

Layin' low, seekin' out the poorer quarters 开始裁员低， seekin 出来的贫民区

Where the ragged people go 当衣衫褴褛的人去

Lookin' for the places, only they would know 追寻的地方，只有他们知道

   

Lie-la-lie 烈- LA-谎言

   

Asking only workman's wages 只要求工人的工资

I come lookin' for a job 我来追寻的工作

But I get no offers, just a come on 但我没有得到任何优惠，只是加油

From the whores on Seventh Avenue 从第七大道的妓女

   

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

La, la, la, la, la, la, la 啦，啦，啦，啦，啦，啦，啦

   

Lie-la-lie 烈- LA-谎言

   

And I'm layin' out my winter clothes 而我开始裁员了我的冬衣

And wishin' I was gone, goin' home 并许愿：“我走了，布莱恩的家

Where the New York City winters aren't bleedin' me 当纽约市的冬天不流血我

Leadin' me home, goin' home Leadin 我回家，布莱恩的家

   

In the clearing stands 在结算看台

A boxer and a fighter by his trade 一个拳击手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 'til he cried out 或打断他，直到他哭了

In his anger and his shame 在他的愤怒和他的耻辱

"I am leavin', I am leavin'" “我要走了，我要走了”

But the fighter still remains, still remains 但是战斗机仍然存在，仍然

   

Lie-la-lie 烈- LA-谎言