He was there the night the wall came down. 他是那里的夜晚墙壁倒塌。

He lost her in the endless crowd, 他失去了她在无尽的人群中，

In the shadow of St. Stephen's cross. 在圣士提反交叉的阴影。

He sent cries aloft for his fellow man, 他送的哭声高处为自己的同胞，

His fingers slipping from her hand, 他的手指从她手里滑落，

The rain clouds prowling overhead. 雨云窜来窜去的开销。

   

She was there the night the wall came down. 她在那里的夜晚墙壁倒塌。

She faded into that newborn crowd 她消失在了人群中新生

Like a warning of what could be lost. 喜欢什么可以失去的警告。

Through the perforated night she ran, 通过穿孔晚上她跑了，

Her fingers slipping from his hand, 她的手指从他手中滑落，

And she breathed in freedom 她在自由呼吸

Before daylight tread. 在日光胎面。

   

They were there the night the wall was drowned 他们在那里的夜晚墙壁被淹没

In the surging of that tidal crowd: 在这潮人潮涌动：

An old world made new 一个旧世界作出新的

On the same holy ground. 在同一个圣地。

She found him standing, looking lost 她发现他站着，看着丢失

In the shadow of St. Stephen's cross, 在圣士提反交叉的阴影，

And he closed his eyes and heard no sound 他闭上了眼睛，并没有听到声音

But her breathing warm against his mouth. 但她的呼吸对他的嘴温暖。