This is a song, that I wrote when I was young, 这是一首歌，我写了我年轻的时候，

And I call it, the broken hearted blues, 我打电话吧，心碎的蓝调，

The air on that night, was tempered like a knife, 在当晚的空气，是锻炼如刀，

And the people wore the face masks of a clown, 和人们穿着小丑的面具，

Don he was long, mis-shapen and forlorn, 唐，他是长，错误和里生凄凉，

And his woman ran away without a smile. 和他的女人跑了没有笑容。

   

Days of the earth, are unbroken changeless turf, 大地的日子里，有完整的不变的草皮，

But the faces of the men are something else. 但是，男人们的脸就是不一样。

In the wind, as a boy, was a spacious sexual toy, 在风中，作为一个男孩，是一个宽敞的性玩具，

But baby, now he's a toothless baggy man, 但亲爱的，现在他是一个没有牙齿的松松垮垮的男人，

When the hills of the sun, make you feel that you are young, 当太阳的山丘，让你觉得你还年轻，

   

Get good now, and face your face into the wind. 现在找好了，面对你的脸变成了风。

This is a song, that I wrote when I was young, 这是一首歌，我写了我年轻的时候，

And I called it the broken hearted blues. 我把它叫做心碎忧郁。