Nodding tho the lamp's lit low, nod for passers underground. 点头寿灯的点亮低，点头路人地下。

To and fro she's darning, and the land is weeping red and pale. 来来回回，她的织补，土地是红色的哭泣和苍白。

Weeping yarn from Algiers. Weeping yarn from Algiers. 从阿尔及尔垂纱。从阿尔及尔垂纱。

   

Weaving tho the eyes are pale, what will rend will also mend. 织寿眼中都是苍白无力的，什么都会裂也会见好。

The sifting cloth is binding, and the dream she weaves will never end. 在筛选布结合，她编织的梦想永远不会结束。

For we're marching toward Algiers. For we're marching toward Algiers. 对于我们正在迈向阿尔及尔。对于我们正在迈向阿尔及尔。

   

Lullaby tho baby's gone. Lullaby a broken song. 摇篮曲寿宝宝的走了。摇篮曲一个破碎的歌。

Oh, the cradle was our call. When it rocked we carried on. 哦，摇篮是我们的电话。当我们晃动进行。

And we marched on toward Algiers. For we're marching toward Algiers 我们游行往阿尔及尔。对于我们正在迈向阿尔及尔

We're still marching for Algiers. Marching, marching for Algiers. 我们仍在前进的阿尔及尔。游行，游行的阿尔及尔。

Not to hail a barren sky. Sifting cloth is weeping red. 没有欢呼一片荒芜的天空。筛布哭红了。

The mourning veil is waving high a field of stars and tears we've shed. 哀悼面纱挥舞着较高分，我们已经流下了眼泪领域。

In the sky a broken flag, children wave and raise their arms. 天空中的破旗，孩子挥手，提高他们的武器。

We'll be gone but they'll go on and on and on and on and on. 我们会离开，但他们会继续和和和和。