贝鲁特，我的胎记

Beirut, my birthmark

你携什么而来，贝鲁特？

What came with you, Beirut？

我母亲奶水前到来的子弹

Bullets before my mother's milk

贝鲁特，你在我肌肤之下，一点点分裂

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

你溶化成疮孔屋顶上的落日

You melt into sunset on blistered rooftops

触摸你让我疼痛，贝鲁特

It hurts to touch you, Beirut

你是我永远吸取不了的教训

You are a lesson I will never learn

爱你让我疼痛，贝鲁特

It hurts to love you, Beirut

但我还是在凌晨四点敲你的门

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

伴随着你四邻逐渐消逝的霓虹灯光

With the neon lights in your neighborhood are dwindling

当你广场上的政治喧嚣已肃静

when the political chants in your square are soothed

我会留在你的门外

I will stay outside your door

我知道你永远不会向我敞开

I know you will never open for me

贝鲁特，我曾亲吻你碎裂的街道

Beirut, I kissed your cracked sidewalks

也曾蜷缩着睡在你子弹穿透的墙下

And slept huddled against your bullet ridden walls

你和我，是一则为书本写就的爱情故事

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