阮一峰的网络日志

费城的街道（STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA）

跌跌碰碰的我已渐渐变的麻木
看着橱窗里的倒影
我几乎连自己也认不出来
朋友，是否连你也要离我而去
消失在这费城的街头

我走在街道上
直到我的腿不能再动为止
我听到好友的欢笑声已逐渐消逝远去
夜晚我听见血液在血管里流淌的声音
如同那黑色的雨点在低语
在费城街头

天使不会来迎接我们
这里只剩下我和你了，朋友
跋涉了千里的我
衣服已经宽大得
可以从身上滑下

夜幕已降临，我躺着睡不着
我感到生命正离我远去
那么，兄弟，请你用那不忠的吻来接受我吧
否则我们就将这样孤单地互相远离，
在费城的街头

——BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA

I was bruised and battered and I couldn't tell
what I felt
I was unrecognizable to myself
Saw my reflection in a window I didn't know
my own face
Oh brother are you gonna leave me
wasting away
On the streets of Philadelphia

I walked the avenue till my legs felt like stone
I heard the voices of friends vanished and gone
At night I could hear the blood in my veins
Just as black and whispering as the rain
On the streets of Philadelphia

Ain't no angel gonna greet me
It's just you and I my friend
And my clothes don't fit me no more
I walked a thousand miles
just to slip this skin

The night has fallen, I'm lyin' awake
I can feel myself fading away
So receive me brother with your faithless kiss
or will we leave each other alone like this
On the streets of Philadelphia