What makes me love him? 是什么让我爱上了他？

It's not his singing, 这不是他的歌声，

I've heard his singing, 我听到他的歌声，

It sours the milk 它变酸的牛奶

And yet, it's gotten to the point 然而，它得到的地步

Where I prefer that kind of milk. 在这里我更喜欢那种牛奶。

   

What makes me love him? 是什么让我爱上了他？

It's not his learning. 这不是他的学习。

He's learned so slowly, 他学会了，所以慢慢地，

His whole life long 他的整个寿命长

And though he really knows 虽然他真的知道

A multitude of things 千头万绪

They're mostly wrong. 他们大多是错误的。

   

He's not romantic, 他不浪漫，

And yet I love him. 可是我爱他。

No one occasion 没有人际

He's used me ill 他用我生病

And though he's handsome 虽然他很帅

I know inside me 我知道我内心

Were he a plain man 他是一个普通的人

I'd love him still. 我爱他依然。

   

What makes me love him? 是什么让我爱上了他？

It's quite beyond me, 这远远超出了我，

It must be something 它必须是什么

I can't define. 我不能确定。

Unless it's merely 除非它只是

That he's masculine 他的阳刚之气

And that he's mine. 而且，他是我的。