The sun was low and the shadow was cold 太阳是低和阴影是冷

On the pale drawn face that was wrinkled and old. 在苍白的脸上画了满脸皱纹，皮肤老。

   

A newspaper coat hanging loose 'round his throat 一家报纸的外套挂松“圆了他的喉咙

And the shoes on his feet, strips of leather tied up with rope. 而在他脚上的鞋，皮革条绑了绳子。

   

His uncombed hair and eyes that would stare 他蓬乱的头发和眼睛会盯着

At the people passing by who didn't know or didn't care. 在路过谁不知道或不关心的人。

   

This poor old man he's all alone 这个可怜的老头，他是独自一人

He's got no money or no home of his own 他有没有钱或没有家了自己的

The back street's his kitchen, the footpath's his hall 背街的他的厨房，在小径的他大厅

And the chalk on the brick work are the pictures on his wall. 而在砖的工作粉笔是他墙上的照片。

   

And he lays down his head on the pavement, that's his bed 他放下他的头在人行道上，那是他的床

And when he sleeps, his dreams fade away. 而当他睡觉，他的梦想消逝。

   

Mmm… 嗯...

   

He walks down the street with his hands in his coat 他走在大街上，双手在他的外套

Looking down at his feet for a dog-end he could smoke. 低头看着自己的脚的狗，到底他能抽烟。

   

He thinks about food, good drinking and good fun 他认为，对食品，好喝酒，好开心

As he searches through the dustbins, his life almost done. 当他经过垃圾桶搜索，他的生活几乎已经完成了。

   

This poor old man he's all alone 这个可怜的老头，他是独自一人

He's got no money or no home of his own 他有没有钱或没有家了自己的

The back street's his kitchen, the footpath's his hall 背街的他的厨房，在小径的他大厅

And the chalk on the brick work are the pictures on his wall. 而在砖的工作粉笔是他墙上的照片。

   

And he lays down his head on the pavement, that's his bed 他放下他的头在人行道上，那是他的床

And as he sleeps, his dreams fade away. 当他睡觉，他的梦想消逝。