San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me 圣昆廷，你一直活着的地狱我

You've hosted me since nineteen sixty three 因为一九六三年你主持我

I've seen 'em come and go and I've seen them die 我看到他们来来去去，我见过他们死

And long ago I stopped askin' why 而不久前，我停地问：“为什么

   

San Quentin, I hate every inch of you. 圣昆廷，我讨厌你的每一寸。

You've cut me and have scarred me thru an' thru. 你砍我，并已伤痕累累的我通过一个通。

And I'll walk out a wiser weaker man; 我会走出一条更明智的男人弱;

Mister Congressman why can't you understand. 国会议员先生，为什么你不能明白。

   

San Quentin, what good do you think you do? 圣昆廷，你觉得有什么好，你怎么办？

Do you think I'll be different when you're through? 你觉得我会是不同的，当你通过？

You bent my heart and mind and you may my soul, 你弯下腰我的心脏和头脑，你愿我的灵魂，

And your stone walls turn my blood a little cold. 和你的石墙把我的血有点冷。

   

San Quentin, may you rot and burn in hell. 圣昆廷，你可能腐烂，燃烧在地狱里。

May your walls fall and may I live to tell. 愿你的墙壁下降，可能我住的告诉。

May all the world forget you ever stood. 愿所有的世界忘记你曾经站了起来。

And may all the world regret you did no good. 并可能世界上所有的遗憾，你没有白搭。

   

San Quentin, you've been livin' hell to me. 圣昆廷，你一直活着的地狱给我。