When Stephen Foster died in a flop-house on the Bowery 当斯蒂芬·福斯特在翻牌圈内部死在包厘街

His worn-out wallet held just a quarter and a dime 他的破旧的钱包举办只是一个季度一角钱

But the crocodiles, they have to eat, the crocodiles have to eat 但鳄鱼，他们有吃，鳄鱼有吃

   

He smashed his head on the sink in the bitter fever of gin 他砸了他的头就沉在杜松子酒的苦热

A wildebeest gone crazy with thirst pulled down as he tried to drink 疯了与烦渴牛羚拉下来，他试着喝

But deep down in the muddy stream even crocodiles dream their dreams 但在内心深处，在泥泞的流甚至鳄鱼梦想自己的梦想

   

And as the herd galloped off he lay on that flophouse floor 而作为牛群疾驰而过，他躺在那flophouse楼

Singing, “Beautiful Dreamer” as the lions began to roar 歌唱， “美丽的梦想家”为狮子开始咆哮

But we all have our beautiful dreams running through us like wildebeest 但是，我们都运行我们的美丽梦想，通过我们像牛羚

   

And when we meet at the river to cross to that gleaming shore 而当我们在河边迎接跨越到闪闪发光的岸

The river, she always takes a few as the herd thunders across 这条河，她总是像牛群穿过打雷需要几

But the river has oceans to feed, she has beautiful oceans to feed 但河边有海洋喂，她有美丽的海洋饲料

   

And the oceans they feed the sky and the sky feeds the earth 和海洋，他们喂的天空和天空饲料地球

And Stephen Foster’s beautiful ghost lay down to feed a song 和斯蒂芬·福斯特的美丽幽灵躺下来养活一首歌

To feed ten thousand songs echoing cross the wild plains 为了养活10000首歌曲回荡交野平原