It calls the Victorian lady back from the dead. 它要求从死里复活维多利亚小姐回来。

She rises from the cold ground 她从冰冷的地上升起

And enters through the door as a draught 并通过门为草稿进入

To you and I 为了你和我

   

If you and I could ever, ever go back, 如果你和我永远，永远回不去了，

We’d see her on the other side of a dusty frame, 我们会看到她在一个尘土飞扬的框架的另一侧，

Running through the field, pale of salt water in hand. 通过现场运行，携手淡盐水中。

   

She races through closed and open shutters, 通过关闭和打开百叶窗她的比赛，

In search of lovely little ones, 为了寻找可爱的小家伙，

The ones your hearts with, 那些你们的心， ，

The ones you love. 你爱的人。

They asked for her to come. 他们要求她来。

   

They asked the man in the bright red suit 他们要求该名男子在明亮的红色西装

And wrote it on their list, too, 并写在他们的名单上，也

But never would he hear them, 但绝不会，他听到他们的声音，

Through all the snow. 通过所有的雪。

   

And despite being hung on the walls 尽管被挂在墙上

Of all the ocean liners the Queen herself 所有的远洋客轮女王本人

Could not get the water to put the fire out. 无法让水将火扑灭。

   

And when I call you won’t come running, 当我打电话给你会不会来运行，

Now a dark spectre to me. 现在，一个黑暗的幽灵给我。

No returning in white chariot. 在白色的战车没有回来。

Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink. 冰冻泪珠落下融进了墨水。

   

Oh, the dust is falling heavy out on the hills, 呵呵，粉尘重掉下来山上，

My portrait and my windowsill. 我的画像，我的窗台上。

We’d kiss but we are made of clay. 我们会亲吻，但我们是由粘土。

   

You loved me most when love was young. 你爱我的时候最喜欢年轻的。

Now, even the setting sun 现在，即使是夕阳

We dance beneath is made of clay. 我们跳舞的下方是由粘土。

   

The dust falls heavy on the hill. 灰尘落在沉重的山坡上。

My portrait is my windowsill. 我的肖像是我的窗台上。

And out come the little ones with burning, flailing arms. 进出来的小家伙有烧灼感，挥舞着手臂。

Take up your drumsticks and 拿起你的鸡腿和

Batter my heart like an antique tom. 连击我的心脏就像一个古董汤姆。

   

And when I call you won’t come running, 当我打电话给你会不会来运行，

Now a dark spectre to me. 现在，一个黑暗的幽灵给我。

No returning in white chariot. 在白色的战车没有回来。

Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink. 冰冻泪珠落下融进了墨水。

   

And when I call you won’t come running, 当我打电话给你会不会来运行，

Now a dark spectre to me. 现在，一个黑暗的幽灵给我。

No returning in white chariot. 在白色的战车没有回来。

Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink. 冰冻泪珠落下融进了墨水。

   

And when I won’t call. You won’t come running, 当我不会打电话。你会不会来运行，

Now a dark spectre to me. 现在，一个黑暗的幽灵给我。

No returning in white chariot. 在白色的战车没有回来。

Frozen teardrops fall and melt into the ink. 冰冻泪珠落下融进了墨水。