She stepped down from her carriage, 她走下马车，

At Ten Vermillon Street. 十Vermillon街。

I took off my roustabout, 我脱下我的码头工人，

And slung it at her feet. 并且它吊挂在她的石榴裙下。

We went into her parlor, 我们走进她的客厅里，

And she cooled me with her fan, 她冷了我与她的粉丝，

But said, "I'll go no further, 但他说， “我会不会走的更远，

With a fantasy-makin' man." 用幻想金的人“ 。

   

I said, "I'd walk on the Ponchatrain, 我说：“我走在Ponchatrain ，

For what you have today." 对于你今天有什么“ 。

Just a drink from your deep well, 刚刚从深井饮料，

And I'll be on my way. 我将回到我的路。

She laughed and heaven filled the room. 她笑了，天上弥漫了整个房间。

Said, "This I give to you, 他说：“这是我给你的，

This body's wisdom is the flesh, 这身体的智慧是肉，

But here's a thing or two. 但这里有一个或两个的事情。

   

"Death and hell are never full. “死亡和地狱，永不满足。

And neither are the eyes of men. 既不是男人们的目光。

Cats can fly from nine stories high. 猫可以从9层楼高飞。

And pigs can see the wind." 和猪可以看到风。 “

   

She let me make my pallet, 她让我的托盘，

In the moonlight on the floor. 在地板上的月光。

Just outside of paradise, 就在天堂之外，

But right in hell's back door. 但就在地狱的后门。

The image of her nibbled, 她嗑噬的形象，

At the eye of my soul. 在我灵魂的眼睛。

My dreams were a hurricane, 我的梦想是飓风，

And quite out of control. 而且相当失控。

   

Then her voice came through the storm, 然后，她的声音在风暴来了，

It's more than flesh I deal. 这不仅仅是肉体我处理。

And you will have to pay, 你将不得不支付，

For any wisdom that you steal 对于你偷任何智慧

I woke to tinted windows, 我醒来到车窗，

In lavender and red. 在淡紫色和红色。

The first station of the cross, 交叉的第一站，

Is just above my head. 就在上面我的头。

I awoke to gargoyles, 我醒来的时候到怪物，

And a hard bench for my bed 和硬板凳上了我的床

Jesus Christ and Pontias Pilate, 耶稣基督和Pontias彼拉多，

Were just above my head. 只是我头上。

   

Death and hell are never full. 死亡和阴间，永不满足。

And neither are the eyes of men. 既不是男人们的目光。

Cats can fly from nine stories high. 猫可以从9层楼高飞。

And pigs can see the wind. 和猪可以看到风。