In the white room with black curtains near the station. 在白色的房间与车站附近的黑窗帘。

Black-roof country, no gold pavements, tired starlings. 黑色屋顶的国家，没有黄金人行道，累了八哥。

Silver horses run down moonbeams in your dark eyes. 银马跑下来在你的黑眼睛的月光。

Dawn-light smiles on you leaving, my contentment. 你黎明光的笑容离开，我知足。

   

I'll wait in this place where the sun never shines; 我等在这地方，太阳永远照耀;

Wait in this place where the shadows run from themselves. 等待在这个地方，阴影从自己管理。

   

You said no strings could secure you at the station. 你说没有的字符串可以确保你在车站。

Platform ticket, restless diesels, goodbye windows. 站台票，不安分的柴油机，再见了窗户。

I walked into such a sad time at the station. 我走进这样一个悲伤的时候在车站。

As I walked out, felt my own need just beginning. 当我走了出来，也觉得自己需要刚刚开始。

   

I'll wait in the queue when the trains come back; 我会在队列中等待时，列车回来;

Lie with you where the shadows run from themselves. 你躺在那里的影子从自己管理。

   

At the party she was kindness in the hard crowd. 在晚会上，她是善良的硬人群。

Consolation for the old wound now forgotten. 慰问老伤，现在忘了。

Yellow tigers crouched in jungles in her dark eyes. 黄老虎蹲在她的黑眼睛丛林。

She's just dressing, goodbye windows, tired starlings. 她刚刚包扎，再见窗户，累了八哥。

   

I'll sleep in this place with the lonely crowd; 我会睡在这个地方与孤独的人群;

Lie in the dark where the shadows run from themselves. 在黑暗中躺在那里的影子从自己管理。