This town, this stain on the sunrise, 这个城市，这个污点日出，

Disguised in the mist this morning, 今天上午变相在雾中，

It's 8AM, a seagull shouts a sailor's warning. 这是上午08时，一只海鸥呼喊水手的警告。

   

This sky, this bend in the river, 这天，这个河湾，

Slows down and delivers me, the tide rolls back, 减慢，并提供了我，浪潮回滚，

And all my memories fade to black, 和我所有的回忆褪色变黑，

   

And yet, and yet...I'm back. 可是，可是......我回来了。

   

This town has a strange magnetic pull, 这个镇有一个奇怪的磁拉力，

Like a homing signal in your skull, 就像在你的头骨回原点信号，

And you sail by the stars of the hemisphere, 而你的大脑半球的星星航行，

Wondering how in the Hell did ye end up here? 想知道如何在地狱没有你们结束了吗？

It's like an underground river, or a hidden stream, 这就像一条地下河，或隐藏流，

That flows through your head, and haunts your dreams, 流过你的头，纠缠着你的梦想，

And you stuffed those dreams in this canvas sack, 而你在这个帆布口袋塞满那些梦想，

And there's nothing round here that the wide world lacks, 还有什么是一轮这里广阔的世界缺乏，

   

And yet, and yet...You're back. 可是，可是......你回来了。

   

Some nights I'd lie on the deck and I'd stare at the turning of the stars, 有些晚上，我躺在甲板上，我会盯着明星的转折点，

Those constellations hanging up there from the cables and the rigging, 这些星座挂在那里的电缆和索具，

I'd wonder if she saw the same, or managed to recall my name, 我不知道她是否看到了同样的，或设法记得我的名字，

But why would she ever think of me? Some boy she loved who fled to sea? 但是，为什么她有没有想过我？有些男孩她爱谁逃往大海？

And why waste time debating whether she'd be waiting for the likes of me? 又为什么要浪费时间争论是否她会等我的喜欢？

   

So ye drift into port with the scum of the seas, 所以你们漂进港与海中的败类，

To the dance halls and the brothels where you took your ease! 到歌舞厅，并在那里你把你放心妓院！

And the ship's left the dock but you're half past caring, 而该船舶的离开码头，但你一时半爱心，

And ye haven't got a clue whose bed you're sharing. 你们也没有得到一个线索的床你分享。

And your head's like a hammer on a bulkhead door, 和你的脑袋就像在舱壁上的门一把锤子，

And it feels like somebody might have broken your jaw, 而且感觉就像有人可能会打破你的下巴，

And there's bloodstains and glass all over the floor, 并有血迹和玻璃满地都是，

And ye swear to God ye'll drink no more, 你们向上帝发誓， yell喝不动了，

And yet, and yet. 然而，和爱好。

   

In truth, it's too late to find her, 事实上，为时已晚找她，

Too late to remind her at some garden gate, 来不及提醒她在某花园门口，

Where a servant tells me I should wait, 凡仆人告诉我，我应该等待，

And perhaps a door's slammed in my face, 也许一扇门的抨击在我的脸上，

My head must be in outer space, 我的脑袋一定是在外太空，

And yet, and yet, 然而，然而，

Before the sun has set, 之前，太阳已经下山了，

Before the sea, 前海，

There may be something else that's waiting for, 有可能是别的东西，在等待，

The likes of me. 我喜欢。

   

This town, this stain on the sunrise... 这个城市，这个污点日出...