In the streets of New York City 在纽约市的街道

ev'ry man can feel the cold. 内心的每一次​​人可以感觉到冷。

And I don't want no pity, 我不想没有遗憾，

but I want my story told. 但我希望我的故事告诉。

   

When the lights shine down on me, 当灯光在我身上照了下来，

they shine on the little boy. 他们闪耀的小男孩。

Is this way to make him pay; 就是这样，让他付出;

be'ng born in a world of joy. beng出生在欢乐的世界。

   

But like me 但是像我这样的

he don't know where he'll go wrong; 他不知道他会出问题;

he won't cry so many tears 他不会哭那么多眼泪

till he finds out why he don't belong like me. 直到他发现了为什么他不属于我一样。

   

there's no room for us out there; 有没有房间，我们在那里;

you can lose your hope and pride. 你可以失去你的希望和骄傲。

When it comes to broken dreams 当涉及到破碎的梦

you'll get your share. 你会得到你的份额。

Sometime a man breaks down, 有时一个人打破了，

and the good thing he is looking for 而好东西，他正在寻找

are crushed into the ground. 被粉碎到地面。

   

Get on up, look around; 得到了起来，环顾四周;

can't you feel the wind of change? 可你不觉得变革之风？

Get on up, taste the air; 得到了，味道在空气;

can't you see the wind of change; 你看不出来变化的风;

   

Don't you understand what I'm sayin', 难道你不明白我的意思，

we need a god down there. 我们需要一个上帝那里。

A man to lead us children, 一个人带领我们的孩子，

take us from the valley of fear. 把我们从恐惧的山谷。

   

Make the lights shine down on us, 使灯光对我们的照耀下，

show us the road to go. 告诉我们在路上走。

Help us survive, make us arrive, 帮助我们生存，使我们到达时，

teach us what we need to know. 教给我们什么，我们需要知道的。

   

But like me 但是像我这样的

he don't know where he'll go wrong; 他不知道他会出问题;

he won't cry so many tears 他不会哭那么多眼泪

till he finds out why he don't belong like me. 直到他发现了为什么他不属于我一样。

   

there's no room for us out there; 有没有房间，我们在那里;

you can lose your hope and pride. 你可以失去你的希望和骄傲。

When it comes to broken dreams 当涉及到破碎的梦

you'll get your share. 你会得到你的份额。

Sometime a man breaks down, 有时一个人打破了，

and the good thing he is looking for 而好东西，他正在寻找

are crushed into the ground. 被粉碎到地面。

   

Get on up, look around; 得到了起来，环顾四周;

can't you feel the wind of change? 可你不觉得变革之风？

Get on up, taste the air; 得到了，味道在空气;

can't you see the wind of change; 你看不出来变化的风;

   

Get on up ... 得到了...