As he walks along the gorge's edge, 当他沿着峡谷边缘走，

He meets a sense of yesteryear. 他遇到了昔日的感觉。

A window in the bank above his head 在他头顶，银行的窗口

Reveals his home amidst the streets. 揭示了他的家在一片街道。

   

Subway sounds, the sounds of complaint 地铁的声音，抱怨的声音

The smell of acid on his gun of paint. 酸对他的油漆枪的气味。

As it carves out anger in a blood-red band, 因为它雕刻出离愤怒了血红色带，

Destroyed tomorrow by an unknown hand; 明天由一个未知的手摇挎;

-My home. - 我的家。

Is this the way out from this endless scene? 这是出路这无尽的场景吗？

Or just an entrance to another dream? 或者只是一个入口到另一个梦想是什么？

And the light dies down on Broadway. 和光在百老汇平静下来。

   

But as the skylight beckons him to leave, 但随着天窗昭示着他离开，

He hears a scream fro far below. 他听到来回远远低于尖叫。

Within the raging water, writhes the form 在来势汹汹的水，翻腾的形式

Of brother John, he cries for help. 兄弟约翰，他喊救命。

   

The gate is fading now, but open wide, 门现在正在消失，但大开，

But John is drowning, I must decide 但约翰是溺水，我必须决定

Between the freedom I had in the rat-race, 自由之间，我曾在鼠比赛，

Or to stay forever in this forsaken place; 或者永远留在这个被遗弃的地方;

Hey John! 嘿，约翰！

He makes for the river and the gate is gone, 他使得河流和门走了，

Back to the void where it came from. 回到它来自何处的空白。

And the light dies down on Broadway. 和光在百老汇平静下来。