Grim faced and forbidding 脸上带着严肃和禁止

Their faces closed tight 他们的脸紧闭

An angular mass of New Yorkers 纽约人的角度质量

Pacing in rhythm 起搏心律

Race the oncoming night 比赛即将到来的夜晚

They chase through the streets of Manhattan 他们追逐过曼哈顿街头

Head first humanity 头先的人性

Pause at a light 暂停在光

Then flow through the streets of the city 然后流经城市的街道

   

They seem oblivious 他们似乎浑然不觉

To a soft spring rain 要柔软春雨

Like an English rain 像一个英语雨

So light, yet endless 那么轻，但无尽的

From a leaden sky 从铅灰色的天空

   

The buildings are lost 这些建筑都将丢失

In their limitless rise 在他们的无限上升

My feet catch the pulse 我赶脚的脉搏

And the purposeful stride 而有目的的步幅

   

I feel the sense of possibilities 我觉得可能性感

I feel the wrench of hard realities 我觉得很难实际的扳手

The focus is sharp in the city 聚焦清晰的城市

   

Wide angle watcher 广角守望

On life's ancient tales 在人生的古老传说

Steeped in the history of London 沉浸在伦敦的历史

   

Green and grey washes 绿色和灰色洗

In a wispy white veil 在稀疏的白色面纱

Mist in the streets of Westminster 薄雾在威斯敏斯特的街道

Wistful and weathered 神往和风化

The pride still prevails 骄傲仍然存在

Alive in the streets of the city 活在这个城市的大街小巷

   

Are they oblivious 他们是健忘

To this quality? 这个质量？

A quality 一个质量

Of light unique to 光独有

Every city's streets 每一个城市的街道

   

Pavements may teem 路面可能盛产

With intense energy 随着能源紧张

But the city is calm 但城市是平静

In this violent sea 在这种剧烈的海