Montreal is 蒙特利尔

Where I began to feel inside 在那里我开始觉得里面

the gray sadness of winter. 灰色悲伤的冬天。

When you told me that this isn't it, 当你告诉我，这是不是，

And I drove away. 我把车开走。

   

Walking to the statue in the park, 走到雕像在公园里，

Through snow drifts up over our knees, 通过积雪超过了我们的膝盖，

And every street sign written in French. 和每一个路牌用法语写的。

We sat by the statue. 我们坐在雕像。

You looked in my eyes, 你看着我的眼睛，

Then said, "I'm so sorry." 然后说：“我很抱歉。 ”

   

Later, laying on your bed, 后来，躺在你的床上，

Wondering what's going wrong. 想知道什么地方出了错。

Every time I'd ask you'd start crying, 每次我问你会开始哭，

And whisper, "I don't know why, 并低声说：“我不知道为什么，

I only know what I feel, 我只知道我的感觉，

what a voice says to me" 什么是声音对我说： “

   

I may be here now 我可能是现在在这里

but I've never left Montreal 但我从来没有离开蒙特利尔