Ballerina in a music box, 芭蕾舞女演员在一个音乐盒，

With your pink shoes on, 随着你的粉红色的鞋子，

Satin ribbons in your hair. 缎带在你的头发。

Dance to something soft and sweet, 跳舞的东西软，甜，

Ghost of a little girl, 一个小女孩鬼，

Who fell asleep there, right beside me. 谁睡着了那里，我旁边。

   

You look so beautiful and lost. 你看起来如此美丽，失去了。

   

But don't turn out the light this time. 但不要关了灯这个时候。

Don't turn out the light on me tonight. 今晚并没有显示出在我身上的光。

   

This is simple, this is new, 这很简单，这是新的，

That's why I'm not scared of you, 这就是为什么我不害怕你，

But you're afraid in ways that I can't comprehend. 但是你害怕的方式，我无法理解。

I do not pretend to live beneath your soft blonde hair, inside your head, 我不会假装住你柔软的金发下，你的脑袋里面，

Wrapped up in darkness, 包裹在黑暗中，

Slow dancing with despair. 慢舞与绝望。

   

You look so beautiful and lost. 你看起来如此美丽，失去了。

   

But don't turn out the light this time. 但不要关了灯这个时候。

Don't turn out the light on me tonight. 今晚并没有显示出在我身上的光。

Don't turn out the light... 不要关灯...

   

Spinning harder now, you seem confused. 现在纺织困难，你似乎感到困惑。

I close my eyes, but I'm still watching you. 我闭上我的眼睛，但我还是看着你。

If you're broken, I will gather up your pieces from the filthy ground. 如果你坏了，我会收拾你的作品从肮脏的地面上。

   

But don't turn out the light this time. 但不要关了灯这个时候。

Don't turn out the light on me tonight. 今晚并没有显示出在我身上的光。

Don't turn out the light... 不要关灯...

You look so beautiful and lost. 你看起来如此美丽，失去了。

You look so beautiful and lost. 你看起来如此美丽，失去了。