When I was a young boy, 当我还是一个小男孩，

I went up to a hill 我走到一座小山

And looked on to a spot that 看着上一个点，

A parking lot would fill. à停车场将填补。

   

I knew I would have no say 我知道我没有发言权

In whether it was done. 在它是否已完成。

I looked on that spot and 我看着在那当场

I wish I had a gun. 我希望我有一支枪。

   

When I was older 当我变老了

I took her to my hill. 我带她到我的山上。

The shopping mart security 商场超市安全

Couldn't find us there. 找不到我们的。

It gave us a big thrill. 它给了我们一个很大的快感。

   

Long ago, the family farm 前不久，家庭农场

Would've hidden us from the stars, 将已经从星星隐藏了我们，

But yellow weeds & garbage heaps, 但黄的杂草和垃圾堆，

Hid us from the cars. 从汽车HID我们。

   

Now I sit on my hill, 现在，我坐在我的小山上，

In a basement floor machine. 在地下一层的机器。

Rich folks laugh, 丰富的人笑，

While the furnace burns, 而炉燃烧，

And this condo sits on me. 而这个公寓坐落在我身上。

   

Can't see any blackbirds, 看不出有任何黑鸟，

Can't see any clouds, 看不出有任何的云彩，

The weeds are gone... 杂草都不见了......

And so is she. 而她也是。

   

Rich folks choke on billowing smoke. 丰富的人窒息滚滚浓烟。

And I found a new hill. 我发现了一个新的小山。