And now I find the man is dead, devoid before I arrive. 而现在我发现这个人已经死了，泯灭之前，我到达。

Tell me why his dried up heart is flaking on my pillow. 告诉我，为什么他的干涸心脏被剥落我的枕头上。

   

A working soul is hardly there. It left its bones on the railroad. 一个工作的灵魂是很难出现。它留下了骨头上的铁路。

The feeling man was bound, by fate, to be an inmate. 感觉男子被束缚，被命运，成为一名囚犯。

I lost a leg in this dress. We lost a damsel in distress. 我这件衣服失去了一条腿。我们失去了遇险的少女。

So I’m mourning, losing limbs all over the place. 所以我丧，失去四肢到处都是。

   

Come down to the merry town, come down to the coast to see, 归结为快乐的小镇，回落到海边看看，

To whom do the bones belong that linger ‘neath the willow. 给谁做的骨头属于那灵儿照耀下的柳树。

Come down to the public sphere, come down to the forum. 回落到公共领域，回落到论坛。

To whom do the bones belong that linger ‘neath decorum? 谁做的骨头属于那灵儿尼思撕破脸？

   

He said, “Come be lover, come be my womb.” 他说：“你是情人，来到我的子宫。 ”

No room. No room. 没房。没房。

He said, “Come be my lover, jump in my bed.” 他说：“你是我的爱人，跳到我的床上。 ”

Cold sweat. Get bent. 冷汗。获取弯曲。