Harold Land with a wave of his hand, 哈罗德地挥了挥手，

said goodbye to all that, 告别了这一切，

He paid his bills, stopped the Milk, and then put on his hat, 他付了费，停了牛奶，然后戴上帽子，

He tried to say his last farewells as quickly as he could, 他试图以最快的速度，他可以说他最后的告别，

Promising that he would return, but doubted that he would, 许诺他会回来的，但怀疑他会

doubted that he would. 怀疑他会的。

   

Now he's marching soldiers in the rain 现在，他的行军士兵在雨中

as on to war they rode. 作为战争他们乘坐。

A long thin line of human mind, 长细线人的心灵，

damnation as their load! 诅咒他们的负荷！

In the mud in coldness dark he'd shiver out his fear, 在寒冷黑暗的泥土，他会气死了他的恐惧，

What disappointing sights he'd seen instead of one's so dear 什么失望的目光他看到的不是一个人如此看重

instead of one's so dear 而不是一个人如此看重

   

Going home, He's going home to the land he loved so well, 要回家了，他要回家，他所钟爱的土地，

Going home, he fought for two whole years he never fell, 要回家了，他打了足足两年，他也不会下跌，

He's going home, He's going home. 他要回家，他要回家了。

Harold Land with a wave of his hand stood sadly on the stage, 哈罗德地挥了挥手，伤心地站在舞台上，

Clutching red ribbons from a badge but he didn't look his age, 抓着红丝带从徽章，但他并没有看他的年龄，

only two years had passed between his leaving home and back, 他要离开家回之间只有两年过去了，

He had lost his love and youth while leading the attack 他已经失去了他的爱情与青春，而导致攻击

Leading the attack 导致攻击

   

In conversation it could be said, 在谈话中，可以说，

Well after war your heart is dead, 你的心脏以及战后已经死了，

Well it's not hard to understand, 那么它也就不难理解，

There is no heart in Harold Land. 有在哈罗德土地没有心脏。