The Boxer

I am just a poor boy
我只是個窮光蛋
Though my storys seldom told
我的故事鮮有人說
I squandered my resistance
我曾花費太多心力
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
應付那些無謂的閒言碎語和一些承諾

All lies and jests
一切都是謊言與玩笑
Still a man hears
人們總是喜歡
What he wants to hear
聽他想要聽的
And disregards the rest
而忽略了其它

When I left my home and my family
當我離開故鄉以及我的家人
I was no more than a boy
我不再是個孩童
In the company of strangers
在陌生的人群裡
In the quiet of the railway stations running scared
在寂靜的地鐵站裡驚惶的奔跑

Laying low seeking out the poor quarters
卑躬屈膝，只為了尋找到一個簡陋的住所
Where the ragged people go
那些衣衫襤褸的人們出入的角落
Looking for the places
尋找只有
Only they would know
他們才知道的地方

Asking only workmans wages
只求能有和工人一樣低的薪資
I come looking for a job
我四處尋找工作
But I get no offers
卻一無所獲
Just a come on
只有第七大街的妓女
From the whores on seventh avenue
肯收留我
I do declare there were times
我可以坦誠地說
When I was so lonesome
當我孤獨無依的時候
I took some comfort there
我從她們那兒得到不少慰藉

Then Im laying down my winter clothes
後來我開始整理冬天的衣物
And wishing I was home going home
盼望自己早已離開，回到家去
Where the New York City winters
紐約的冬天
Are bleeding me, bleeding me going home
讓我血淚斑駁，我只想回家

In the clearing stands a boxer and a fighter by his trade
空地上站著一位拳擊手，一位真正的戰士
And he carries the reminder of every glove that laid him down
他心裡記著每一隻將他擊倒的拳頭
And cut him till he cried out in his anger and his shame
記住每一次的哀號。在憤怒和羞愧中，
I am leaving I am leaving but the fighter still remains
我要離開了，我要離開了，但是那個拳擊手依然在那兒拼搏