I review my past through wicked windows framed in silver 我是通过框架内银坏的窗户回顾我的过去

and hung in toughened glass, upon my face, around and over. 而挂在钢化玻璃，在我的脸上，周围又一遍。

Now and then... memories of men who loved me. 现在，然后......是谁爱过我的人的回忆。

No stolen kiss - could match their march on hot coals for me. 不偷吻 - 可以匹配他们对热煤为我进军。

   

I have walked a line both faint and narrow, hard to follow. 我已经走了一条线既昏且窄，难以遵循。

Caught up in circumstance. Harsh truth for history to mellow. 的情况下追了上来。严峻的事实的历史醇香。

Through my eyes... loyalties and obligation 通过我的眼睛......忠诚和义务

magnified. Obedience... the better fellow. 放大了。服从......好老乡。

   

Better not remember me. Don't miss my passing. 最好不要记得我。不要错过我的传球。

Fierce winter fails to ruffle my icy sleep. 激烈的冬天不怎幺我冰冷的睡眠。

We never quite vanish. No wet soft surrender. 我们从来没有完全消失。无湿的软投降。

Still waiting... bad blood running in close families. 还在等待......气血运行不好的密切家庭。

I laughed like any child - although you might find that strange 我笑了像任何孩子 - 尽管你可能会发现，奇怪

and Christmas was my favourite holiday. 圣诞节是我最喜欢的节日。

   

Christmas was my favourite holiday. 圣诞节是我最喜欢的节日。

   

I am not alone in seeing the world through wicked windows 我不是一个人在通过邪恶的窗户看世界

while others hide likewise behind this vulnerable squinting. 而其他人也躲在这一弱势眯眼。

It's in the stare... it's in the silent scrutinizing. 这是在盯着......这是在默默的细读。

Strip you bare... I offer you no more disguising. 你脱衣裸...我给你了伪装。

   

Better not remember me. Don't miss my passing. 最好不要记得我。不要错过我的传球。

Fierce winter fails to ruffle my icy sleep. 激烈的冬天不怎幺我冰冷的睡眠。

We never quite vanish. No wet soft surrender. 我们从来没有完全消失。无湿的软投降。

Same bad blood running in new families. 同样的坏血在新的家庭运行。