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记者，

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 jest 所有的谎言和玩笑

Still, a man hears what he wants to hear 不过，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 当我离开我的家

And my family, 和我的家人，

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, 在火车站的安静，

Running scared, 运行害怕，

Laying low, 铺设低，

Seeking out the poorer quarters 寻找贫民区

Where the ragged people go, 当衣衫褴褛的人走了，

Looking for the places 寻找的地方

Only they would know. 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 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 刚一来 - 从妓女

On Seventh Avenue 在第七大道

I do declare, 说真的，

There were times when I was so 很多时候，我是如此

lonesome 寂寞

I took some comfort there. 我带了一些安慰在那里。

   

Lie-la-lie... 烈LA-谎言...

   

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 当纽约市的冬天

Aren't bleeding me, 不出血了我，

Leading me, 引导我，

Going home. 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 ev'ry glove that laid him down 内心的每一次​​手套是躺下

And cut him till he cried out 并打断了他，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，我要走了。 ”

But the fighter still remains 但战斗机仍

   

Lie-la-lie... 烈LA-谎言...