Beirut, my birthmark

贝鲁特，我的胎记

What came with you, Beirut？

你携什么而来，贝鲁特？

Bullets before my mother's milk

我母亲奶水前到来的子弹

Beirut, you are under my skin, split bit by bit

贝鲁特，你在我肌肤之下，一点点分裂

You melt into sunset on blistered rooftops

你溶化成疮孔屋顶上的落日

It hurts to touch you, Beirut

触摸你让我疼痛，贝鲁特

You are a lesson I will never learn

你是我永远吸取不了的教训

It hurts to love you, Beirut

爱你让我疼痛，贝鲁特

But I still knock at your door at 4:00 a.m.

但我还是在凌晨四点敲你的门

With the neon lights in your neighborhood are dwindling

伴随着你四邻逐渐消逝的霓虹灯光

when the political chants in your square are soothed

当你广场上的政治喧嚣已肃静

I will stay outside your door

我会留在你的门外

I know you will never open for me

我知道你永远不会向我敞开

Beirut, I kissed your cracked sidewalks

贝鲁特，我曾亲吻你碎裂的街道

And slept huddled against your bullet ridden walls

也曾蜷缩着睡在你子弹穿透的墙下

You and I, it's a love story for the books

你和我，是一则为书本写就的爱情故事