I'm 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 squadered my resistance 我squadered我的性

For a pocketful of numbles 对于口袋numbles的

Such are promises, all lies and jest 这样的承诺，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 family 当我离开我的家和家人

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, laying low 运行害怕，铺设低

Seeking out the poorer quarters 寻找贫民区

Where the ragged people go 当衣衫褴褛的人去

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

   

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

I do declare 说真的

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

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

   

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

And wishing I was gone, going home 并希望我走了，要回家了

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

Leading me 导致我

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 every glove that laid him down 每次躺下手套

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，我走了”

But the fighter still ramains. 但战斗机仍ramains 。