As I walked out one morning fair, 当我走出一个早晨公平，

I found myself drawn thoughtlessly 我发现自己轻率得出

Back to the place we used to live, 回到地方，我们以前住，

And you still do, now without me. 而你还在做，现在没有我。

   

Around the back, away from the road, 绕回来，远离公路，

Behind the bins, beneath your window, 回收箱的背后，你的窗下，

I found the hulk, the rusting bulk 我找到了绿巨人，生锈散

Of a shattered old piano. 一个破碎的旧钢琴。

Someone had torn out some of the keys 有人挖出一些键

With cruel care, not thoughtlessly, 与残酷的照顾，而不是不假思索，

In such a way that one could only play 以这样的方式，人们可以只玩

Minor melodies. 未成年人的旋律。

   

So I sat down in my sadness, beneath your window, 所以，我在悲伤坐下，你的窗下，

And I played sad songs on the minor keys of a broken piano; 和我玩上一个破碎的钢琴小调悲伤的歌;

A sinner amongst saved men on the banks of the muddy Thames. 罪人之间在泥泞的泰晤士河畔保存的男人。

   

As I have wandered through this city, 当我走过这个城市已经徘徊，

Like a child lost in the London fog, 就像一个孩子在伦敦的团团转，

From Highgate Hill, down to the river, 从海格特山，下到河边，

Then washed downstream past the Isle of Dogs, 然后冲过去下游犬岛，

   

I've had time enough to think upon 我有足够的时间去思考时

The question of what kind of songs 什么样的歌曲的问题

That you would choose to listen to 你会选择听

Now that I am gone. 现在，我走了。

And as I drift beneath that bridge, 当我飘了桥下，

Just down the road from where you live, 刚刚从你住的地方的路上，

I've often thought I might have caught 我常想，我可能已经赶上

Your voice upon the wind. 风中你的声音。

   

But as I stroked those broken keys 但是当我抚摸着那些破碎的钥匙

You did not join in harmony. 你没有参加和谐。