After all the jacks are in their boxes, 在所有的插口都在箱子里，

and the clowns have all gone to bed, 和小丑都睡觉了，

you can hear happiness staggering on down the street, 你可以听到幸福的蹒跚在街上，

footprints dress in red. 脚印穿着红色。

   

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. 了碎片昨天的生活。

Somewhere a Queen is weeping, 某处女王哭泣，

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

   

And the wind it cries Mary. 风也哭玛丽。

   

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，

The tiny island sags downstream 小岛下游下垂

'Cos the life that they lived is dead. 因为他们居住的生活已经死了。

   

And the wind screams Mary. 风玛丽尖叫。

   

Will the wind ever remember 将风永远铭记

The names it has blown in the past, 它已经在过去的吹出名，

And with this crutch, its old age and its wisdom 而与此拐杖，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 Cries Mary. 风嘶玛丽。