And after all the Jacks are in their boxes, 之后所有的插孔都在箱子里，

And the clowns have all gone to bed. 和小丑都上床睡觉。

You can hear the happiness staggering on downstream, 你可以听到幸福咋舌的下游，

Footprints dressed in red. 足迹身着红色。

And the wind whispers Mary. 而风语玛丽。

A broom is drearily sweeping, 扫帚是沉寂扫地，

Up the broken pieces of yesterday's life. 截至碎片昨天的生活。

Somewhere a Queen is weepin', 某处女王weepin ，

Somewhere a King has no wife. 某处国王有没有老婆。

And the wind cries Mary. 风哭泣玛丽。

Mary. 玛丽。

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. 是啊，是啊，是啊，是啊。

The traffic lights they turn blue tomorrow, 红绿灯它们变成蓝色的明天，

And shine their emptiness down on my bed, 和光泽的空虚倒在我的床上，

Their tiny island sags on downstream, 他们的小岛骤降下游，

'Cause the life that lived is dead. 因为那过的生活是死的。

And the wind screams Mary. 风玛丽尖叫。

Now will that wind ever remember, 现在的风永远记得，

All those names it has blown in the past. 所有这些名字是在过去已经被烧断。

Now with its crutch, its old age and its wisdom, 现在有了它的拐杖，其晚年的智慧，

It whispers "No, this will be the last". 它低声说“不，这将是最后一次。”

And the wind screams Mary. 风玛丽尖叫。

Mary. 玛丽。

Mary. 玛丽。