He never wrote a song for Linda 他从来不写了一首歌给琳达

He wrote as though he lived alone 他写道，虽然他一个人住

He wrote of dreams that end of sad brave men 他写梦的悲哀勇敢的人为此

Inventing worlds he never know 发明了世界，他永远不知道

   

But he never wrote a song for Linda 但他从来没有写过一首歌琳达

And she was right there all alone 而她就在那里独自一人

Loved him back to life 爱他起死回生

When his luck ran low 当他的运气跑低

But he never wrote a Linda song 但他从未写了一首歌琳达

   

He nearly broke his heart at writing 他几乎在写伤了他的心脏

Linda kept him from despair 琳达让他从绝望

Standing by his side, through the hungry days 在他身边站着，通过饥饿天

But he hardly seemed to see her there 但他似乎很难看到她有

   

And he never wrote a song for Linda 而且他从来不写了一首歌给琳达

And she was right there all alone 而她就在那里独自一人

The one real thing in his crazy world 在他疯狂的世界一个真实的东西

And he never wrote a Linda song 而且他从来不写了一首歌琳达

   

When the bills piled up and couldn't pay 当账单越积越多，无法支付

He couldn't dream no more 他不能没有梦想更

So he hitched a ride and he road away 于是他搭便车，他的道路走

And he left a note for Linda by the door 他留了一张纸条琳达门口

By the door 门口

   

When times got rough he phone her 当次拿到粗糙，他给她打电话

Once or twice she took the call 一次或两次，她接了电话

Then she changed her number and she turned her head 然后，她改变了她的号码，她转过头

And Linda never looked back at all 和琳达再也没有回头可言

   

He'll never write a song for Linda 他永远不会写一首歌给琳达

And she was right there all alone 而她就在那里独自一人

Oh he knows,is no one understands 哦，他知道，没有人懂

And he never wrote a Linda song 而且他从来不写了一首歌琳达

No he never wrote a Linda song 不，他从来不写了一首歌琳达