We live in our own world,

我们活在自己的世界，

A world that is too small

这世界太小了，

For you to stoop and enter

你们弯腰也进不来，

Even on hands and knees,

即便是手脚并用，

The adult subterfuge.

你们成年人惯用的小伎俩。

And though you probe and pry

就算用善于分析的目光，

With analytic eye,

搜寻和试探，

And eavesdrop all our talk

就算用顽皮的表情，

With an amused look,

偷听我们的谈话，

You cannot find the centre

你们还是找不到那个中心，

Where we dance, where we play,

在那里，我们跳跃，我们玩耍，

Where life is still asleep

紧闭的花蕾下，

Under the closed flower,

光滑的蛋壳下，

Under the smooth shell

生命仍在酣睡，

Of eggs in the cupped nest

杯子一样的鸟窝里，

That mock the faded blue

鸟蛋泛着灰蓝色，

Of your remoter heaven.

你们那遥远的天堂的颜色。