I flew in on the evening plane. 我立马在晚上飞机。

Is it such a good idea that I am here again? 它是一个好主意，我在这里了吗？

And I could cut my cold breath with a knife. 我可以用小刀割断我的冰冷的气息。

And taste the winter of another life. 与品味的另一种生活的冬天。

   

A yellow cab from JFK, the long way round. 黄色出租车从肯尼迪国际机场，在很长的路要走轮。

I didn't mind... gave me thinking time before I ran aground 我不介意......给我思考的时间之前，我搁浅

on rocky memories and choking tears. 在岩石的记忆和哽咽落泪。

I believe it only rained round here in thirty years. 我相信这只是下雨轮在这里三十年。

   

Now, it's the first snow on Brooklyn and my cold feet are drumming. 现在，它是在布鲁克林的第一场雪，我的手脚冰凉是击鼓。

You don't see me in the shadows from your cozy window frame. 你没看到我在从您舒适的窗框阴影。

And last night, who was in your parlour wrapping presents in the late hour 昨晚，是谁在你的客厅里包装呈现在时间已晚

to place upon your pillow as the morning came? 放置在你的枕头为早上来到？

   

Thin wind stings my face... pull collar up. 瘦风刺我的脸......拉环向上。

I could murder coffee in a grande cup. 我可以在一个大杯咖啡谋杀。

No welcome deli; there's no Starbucks here. 无任欢迎熟食店;有没有星巴克在这里。

A dime for a quick phone call could cost me dear. 一毛钱一个电话也花了我亲爱的。

   

And the first snow on Brooklyn paints a Christmas card upon the pavement. 并在布鲁克林的第一场雪描绘的圣诞卡片上的人行道。

The cab leaves a disappearing trace and then it's gone. 驾驶室留下了痕迹消失，然后就不见了。

And the snow covers my footprints, deep regrets and heavy heartbeats. 和雪覆盖了我的足迹，深深的遗憾和沉重的心跳。

When you wake you'll never see the spot that I was standing on. 当你醒来，你永远不会看到我站在当场。

   

Some things are best forgotten... some are better half-remembered. 有些东西是最好的遗忘......有些是更好的半怀念。

I just thought that I might be there on your, on your Christmas night. 我只是想，我可能会在那里对你，对你的圣诞之夜。

And the first snow on Brooklyn makes a lonely road to travel - 并在布鲁克林的第一场雪使一个孤独的路去旅行 -

cold crunch steps that echo as the blizzard bites. 寒冷的紧缩措施是为呼应暴雪叮咬。