Holy Shamoly, said the priest to the girl, 圣Shamoly ，说牧师的女孩，

As he wrapped his arms around her, 当他缠着她搂在怀里，

And his guts became her world, 和他的胆量成了她的世界里，

She said I can't take any more, 她说，我不能采取任何更多，

No I can't take any more, 不行，我不能采取任何更多，

And she could taste the christ, 她可以品尝到基督，

Breath the church, 呼气教堂，

Smell the crucifixion, 闻到了十字架上，

Of another fallen angel, hooked up on false religion. 另一种堕落的天使，迷上了虚假的宗教。

She's gotta Hole for a soul, 她的得孔的灵魂，

She's gotta sad, sad tale to tell, 她得难过，悲伤的故事可讲，

She's gotta Hole for a soul, 她的得孔的灵魂，

Of being twisted in a living hell. 被扭曲了人间地狱。

   

Crikey Moses, he said with bottle in his hand, Crikey摩西，他用酒瓶在他的手说，

Fingers worn thin down to the bone, 手指磨薄到骨头，

From working on the promised land, 从工作的乐土上，

Fingers worn thin, tattered and torn from scratching, 手指磨薄，破烂和划伤撕裂，

All this blood and sand, 所有这些血与沙

Said I can't take any more, 说我不能采取任何更多，

No I can't take any more, 不行，我不能采取任何更多，

He had a loving wife, 他有一个贤淑的妻子，

Doting child, 溺爱孩子，

An Englishman's castle for his home, 一个英国人的城堡，他的家，

Every mile stood this broken man, 每英里站在这个破碎的人，

And every two stood this broken man's dream. 每两个站在这个破碎的人的梦想。

   

He's gotta Hole for a soul, 他总得孔的灵魂，

He's gotta sad, sad tale to tell, 他得难过，悲伤的故事可讲，

He's gotta Hole for a soul, 他总得孔的灵魂，

Of being twisted in a living hell. 被扭曲了人间地狱。