Of larks trains windows and brooks 的云雀火车的窗户和布鲁克斯

The poet he writes it all down in his book 他写了这一切在他的书的诗人

Won't meet your eye but he wants you to look 不能满足你的眼睛，但他要你看

In Hull or hell he lies 在赫尔还是地狱，他的谎言

   

Lambs in the winter and swans in the spring 在冬季羔羊和天鹅在春天

Children at play they're like birds on the wing 在玩耍的孩子，他们就像鸟儿在飞翔

And the poet he writes that the sun seems to swing 和诗人，他写道，太阳似乎摇摆

In Hull or hell he lies 在赫尔还是地狱，他的谎言

   

Away from the world and away from the page 远离世界和远离页

Hidden in corners the gathering of age 在角落里隐藏年龄的聚会

Retreats to the wings where he once held the stage 撤退的翅膀，他曾举办舞台

In Hull or hell he lies 在赫尔还是地狱，他的谎言

   

The dirt and the filth that we don't get to see 污垢和我们没有能看到藏污纳垢

That's eating his language away 那是吃他的语言远

This yellow-eyed nastiness hides from the light of the day 从天日这黄眼污秽隐藏

   

Resenting the everyday growing so old 每天的成长这么老怨恨

Where winter once pictured as flowers in fold 那里的冬天曾经描绘成花折

Turned frosty and bitter and weathered and cold 转身冷若冰霜又苦又风化和冷

In Hull or hell he lies 在赫尔还是地狱，他的谎言

   

His housemaid she tried but the dirt grew so fast 他的女仆，她尝试，但污垢增长如此之快

The darkest of colours he nailed to the mast 颜色最暗的，他被钉在桅杆

Stuck in his ways like he's stuck in the past 停留在他的方式像他停留在过去