With your mercury mouth in the missionary times, 有了您的汞嘴传教时期，

And your eyes like smoke and your prayers like rhymes, 和你的眼睛像烟雾和你的祷告像儿歌，

And your silver cross, and your voice like chimes, 和你的银十字架，你的声音如风铃，

Oh, who among them do they think could bury you? 噢，其中谁做他们认为可以埋葬你吗？

With your pockets well protected at last, 用你的口袋很好的保护，最后，

And your streetcar visions which you place on the grass, 并放置在草地上的有轨电车愿景，

And your flesh like silk, and your face like glass, 和你的肉像丝绸，和你的脸像玻璃，

Who among them do they think could carry you? 其中谁做他们认为可以携带吗？

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, 低地的悲伤眼睛的女士，

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, 当悲伤的眼睛先知说，没有人来了，

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, 我的仓库的眼睛，我的阿拉伯鼓，

Should I put them by your gate, 我应该把它们按你的门，

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? 或者，悲伤眼睛的女士，要我等？

   

With your sheets like metal and your belt like lace, 与你的床单如金属和你的皮带像花边，

And your deck of cards missing the jack and the ace, 和你的卡丢失的插孔和王牌甲板上，

And your basement clothes and your hollow face, 和地下室的衣服和你的空心面，

Who among them can think he could outguess you? 其中谁又能想到他能看透吗？

With your silhouette when the sunlight dims 随着你的身影，当太阳光变暗

Into your eyes where the moonlight swims, 你的眼睛在那里月光游，

And your match-book songs and your gypsy hymns, 和你的对手，诗经，你的吉普赛圣歌，

Who among them would try to impress you? 其中谁也试图打动你？

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, 低地的悲伤眼睛的女士，

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, 当悲伤的眼睛先知说，没有人来了，

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, 我的仓库的眼睛，我的阿拉伯鼓，

Should I leave them by your gate, 我应该让他们通过你的门，

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? 或者，悲伤眼睛的女士，要我等？

   

The kings of Tyrus with their convict list 泰鲁斯 - 与他们的囚犯名单君王

Are waiting in line for their geranium kiss, 正在等待在他们的天竺葵吻线，

And you wouldn't know it would happen like this, 你不会知道它会发生这样的，

But who among them really wants just to kiss you? 但其中谁真的只是想吻你吗？

With your childhood flames on your midnight rug, 随着午夜的地毯你的童年火焰，

And your Spanish manners and your mother's drugs, 和你的西班牙语举止和你母亲的药，

And your cowboy mouth and your curfew plugs, 和你的牛仔嘴和你的宵禁插头，

Who among them do you think could resist you? 其中你认为谁可以拒绝你？

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, 低地的悲伤眼睛的女士，

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, 当悲伤的眼睛先知说，没有人来了，

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, 我的仓库的眼睛，我的阿拉伯鼓，

Should I leave them by your gate, 我应该让他们通过你的门，

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? 或者，悲伤眼睛的女士，要我等？

   

Oh, the farmers and the businessmen, they all did decide 哦，农民和商人，他们都没有决定

To show you the dead angels that they used to hide. 告诉你，他们用来隐藏死天使。

But why did they pick you to sympathize with their side? 但为什么他们接你去同情他们的身边？

Oh, how could they ever mistake you? 呵呵，怎么可能他们曾经误以为你吗？

They wished you'd accepted the blame for the farm, 他们希望你会接受指责的农场，

But with the sea at your feet and the phony false alarm, 但随着海洋在你的脚下和假虚惊一场，

And with the child of a hoodlum wrapped up in your arms, 并用流氓的孩子包裹在你的怀里，

How could they ever, ever persuade you? 他们怎么会永远，永远说服你？

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, 低地的悲伤眼睛的女士，

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, 当悲伤的眼睛先知说，没有人来了，

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, 我的仓库的眼睛，我的阿拉伯鼓，

Should I leave them by your gate, 我应该让他们通过你的门，

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? 或者，悲伤眼睛的女士，要我等？

   

With your sheet-metal memory of Cannery Row, 随着罐头厂街的钣金内存，

And your magazine-husband who one day just had to go, 和你的杂志的丈夫1天刚去谁，

And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show, 而现在你的温柔，你就不能帮忙，但显示，

Who among them do you think would employ you? 其中你认为谁将会雇用你？

Now you stand with your thief, you're on his parole 现在，你站在你的贼，你是他的假释

With your holy medallion which your fingertips fold, 用你神圣的奖章，你的指尖倍，

And your saintlike face and your ghostlike soul, 和你的saintlike的脸和你的幽灵般的灵魂，

Oh, who among them do you think could destroy you? 哦，其中你认为谁可能会破坏你吗？

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands, 低地的悲伤眼睛的女士，

Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes, 当悲伤的眼睛先知说，没有人来了，

My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums, 我的仓库的眼睛，我的阿拉伯鼓，

Should I leave them by your gate, 我应该让他们通过你的门，

Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait? 或者，悲伤眼睛的女士，要我等？