God is love and love is real, but the dead are dancing with the dead, 神就是爱，爱是真实的，但死者跳舞的死，

And whatever's charming disappears while all things lovely only hurt my head 此外，无论是迷人的消失，而所有可爱的东西只会伤害我的头

As I gather stones from fields like pearls of water on my fingers' ends 我收集的石头从场像水在我的手指端珍珠

(And I carefully wrap them up in boxes... safe from windows...) （我仔细地包裹起来的盒子......从窗户安全的...）

From things that break!! 从事情打破！

   

As the night-time shined like day it saw my sorry face and hair a mess 由于夜间闪耀如同白昼它看到我难过的脸和头发很乱

But it liked me best that way... besides, how else could I confess? 但它喜欢我，最好的办法......再说，怎么回事我能承认？

When I looked down like if to pray, 当我低头想如果祈祷，

Well, I was looking down her dress... good God! 嗯，我一直在寻找了她的衣服......老天爷呀！

Please, catch for us the foxes in the vineyard... the little foxes. 请捉对我们的狐狸在葡萄园......小狐狸。

   

So turn your ears, you musicians, to silence 所以，把你的耳朵，你的音乐家，沉默

Because they only come out when it's quiet, 因为他们只出来的时候很安静，

Their tails brushing over your eyelids... 它们的尾巴刷在你的眼皮......

Oh, wake up, sleepers, and rise from the dead! 哦，醒来，枕木，并从死里复活！

Or the fur that they shed that's gonna lay on your bed 或者说，他们流下那就是皮草在你的床上躺着会

In a delicate orange-ish cinnamon red... ah, but I don't need this! 在一个微妙的橙色十岁上下的肉桂红啊，但我不需要这个！

I don't need this! 我不需要这个！

For I have my loves... I don't need this. 因为我有我的爱......我不需要这个。