And not one motion her gesture could I forget, 而不是一个运动她的手势我能忘记，

The prettiest bag lady I ever met... 最漂亮的包小姐我见过...

Pushing her cart in the rain, then gathering plastic and glass 她推购物车中有雨，然后收集塑料和玻璃

She watched the day pass, 她注视着日子过去，

Not hour by hour... but pain by pain. 不小时按小时......但疼痛的疼痛。

I was a basket filled with holes, and she was the sand I tried to hold 我是一个篮子里装满了洞，她是我试过握着沙

That ran out behind me as I swung with some invisible hand. 跑出去我后面，因为我摆了一些无形的手。

   

I stopped believing, you start to move 我停下相信，你开始移动

(She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine) （她很喜欢葡萄酒成了水，然后转身向酒）

I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed 我停止了我的离开和更好的人绽放

(And you can pour us out and we won't mind) （你可以倒我们了，我们也不会介意）

   

I was dead then alive, 我死了再活，

She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine; 她很喜欢葡萄酒成了水，然后转身向酒;

You can pour us out, we won't mind, 你可以倒我们了，我们也不会介意，

As scratch around the mouth of the glass, "My life is no longer mine." 周围的玻璃划伤嘴， “我的生活不再是我的。”

   

And if you're still looking for a blanket, sweetie, 如果你还在寻找一个毯子，亲爱的，

I'm sorry, I'm no sort of fabric; 对不起，我不是那种面料;

But if you need a tailor... then take your torn shirt, stumble up my stairs, 但是如果你需要一个裁缝......然后把你的上衣撕破，绊倒我的楼梯，

And mumble your pitiful prayers and in your tangled, knotted sleep, 和你的喃喃可怜的祷告和你纠缠不清，打结的睡眠，

Our midnight needles go to work until all comfort and fear flows in one river 我们半夜针去上班，直到所有的舒适和恐惧在一江春水

Down in the shop by the mirror where you see yourself whole... and it makes you shiver. 倒在了那里，你看到自己整个...镜子的商店，它让你颤抖。

   

I stopped believing, you start to move 我停下相信，你开始移动

(She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine) （她很喜欢葡萄酒成了水，然后转身向酒）

I stopped my leaving and the better man bloomed 我停止了我的离开和更好的人绽放

(And you can pour us out and we won't mind) （你可以倒我们了，我们也不会介意）

   

I was dead then alive, 我死了再活，

She was like wine turned to water then turned back to wine; 她很喜欢葡萄酒成了水，然后转身向酒;

You can pour us out, we won't mind, 你可以倒我们了，我们也不会介意，

As scratch around the mouth of the glass, "Our lives our not our own." 周围的玻璃划伤嘴， “我们的生活我们的不是我们自己的。 ”

   

Even the wind lay still, 连风静静地躺着，

Our essence was fire and cold and movement, movement... 我们的本质是火，冷，运动，运动...

Oh, if they ask you for the sign of the father in you, 呵呵，如果他们问你的父亲在你的标志，

Tell them it's movement, movement, movement and... repose. 告诉他们的运动，运动，运动和休息... 。