I can see Martina as a child of three 我可以看到玛蒂娜是三个孩子

In the sad seclusion of her nursery 在她幼儿园的悲哀隐居

Go outside, Martina! Go outside and play 到外面去，玛蒂娜！出去玩

Never speak, Martina, put your toys away 从来不说，玛蒂娜，把你的玩具收好

So her days were loveless 所以她的日子是无情

And her nights the same 和她的夜晚一样

When she cried for someone 当她哭的人

No one ever came... 从来没有人来了......

Is it any wonder that her eyes grew cold? 难怪她的眼睛长冷吗？

That she loved nobody and her young heart grew old 她爱谁和她年轻的心脏变老

All the children crying from the age of three 所有的孩子从三岁哭

Grow to be Martina's and me... 成长为Martina的和我...