He was the poster child of miserable. 他是悲惨的典范。

   

He was in love with colored boy. 他爱上了色的男孩。

   

No chance for hope in a land of servitude. 没有机会，希望在奴役之地。

And now the ghosts of Alexandria 亚历山大现在的鬼

   

Hang in the halls like the boys on the oak, 挂在像橡树男孩的殿堂，

To remind us that we're only 13 knots away 提醒我们，我们只有13海里远

From repeating our mistakes. 从重复我们的错误。

   

No one can see on the inside, 没有人能够在里面看，

   

No one can hear on the outside, 没有人能听到在外面，

   

No one will speak the name to blame. 没有人会说出名字惹的祸。

The dead sing: "It's not over." 死者唱道： “这还没有结束。 ”

   

She was the poster child of ritual. 她是礼仪的典范。

   

She was in love with the U.S.A. 她爱上了U.S.A.

   

She was from some place but she could not tell us where. 她是从什么地方，但她不能告诉我们。

And now the ghosts of Alexandria 亚历山大现在的鬼

   

Labor the field like amber waves of grain, 劳动领域如粮食琥珀波，

   

To remind us that we are only a minimum wage away 提醒我们，我们是唯一的最低工资远

A bowl of rice a day 一碗饭一天

   

From repeating our mistakes. 从重复我们的错误。

It's not over. 这还没有结束。

   

No one can see on the inside. 没有人能在里面看到的。

   

No one can hear on the outside. 没有人能听到外面。

   

No one will speak the name to blame. 没有人会说出名字惹的祸。

The dead sing. 死星。

And we watched the summer turn to the autumn of glory. 我们看着夏之交走向辉煌的秋天。