You are Sanskrit on my skin. 你是梵我的皮肤上。

Peel me open til I am nothing but a whisper. 给我剥开放直到我只是耳语。

Name yourself sinner, I only play for pennies, 命名自己的罪人，我只打了几美分，

And I don't play for sinners, I play for sadness. 我不为罪人玩，我玩的是悲伤。

I play for dead things. 我玩死的东西。

   

Pull the bones from their sockets, 从插座拔出骨头，

Please be softer while you do it for I am fragile and vacant. 请柔和，而你做到这一点，因为我是脆弱的和空置。

   

Sarasvati saw me to sleep. 辩才看到我睡觉。

I rested my head against the knees 我休息我的头靠在膝盖

And the music I like rose up and down 我喜欢的音乐上涨上下

Like bobbing bodies in the river bend. 就像在河湾上下摆动身体。

   

And they say, 他们说，

"Mary, why are your songs so sad? “玛丽，为什么你的歌那么伤心？

Look at the luck and fortune you've had. 看运气和财富你有。

Why do you cry at night?" 你为什么在晚上哭了吗？ “

   

Pull the bones from their sockets, 从插座拔出骨头，

Please be softer while you do it for I am fragile and vacant. 请柔和，而你做到这一点，因为我是脆弱的和空置。

   

You can take my body and tongue and organs, 你可以把我的身体和舌头和器官，

Whisper to my skin like death has already rose and stuff. 耳语对我的皮肤像死亡已上升之类的东西。

   

I want every piece of me to crash into every piece of you, 我想每一件我崩溃到每一件你，

I swear to god that's how they make stars. 我发誓那是他们是如何做的星星。

I know. 我知道。

   

Pull the bones from sockets, 从插座拔出骨头，

Please be softer while you do it for I am fragile and vacant. 请柔和，而你做到这一点，因为我是脆弱的和空置。