血管里舰只正要起航，

Inside the veins there are navies setting forth

水面上一路小小的爆炸，

Tiny explosions at the water lines

海鸥在咸血的风中穿梭飞翔。

And seagulls weaving in the wind of the salty blood.

这是早晨。村庄已经沉睡了一个冬季。

It is the morning. The country has slept the whole winter.

窗台上曾经覆盖着毛皮，庭院里满是

Window seats were covered with fur skins the yard was full

冻僵的狗，手笨拙地捧着厚厚的书本。

Of stiff dogs and hands that clumsily held heavy books.

现在我们醒来，从床上爬起，吃早餐！

Now we wake and rise from bed and eat breakfast!-

呼叫声从血液的港口升起，

Shouts rise from the harbor of the blood

薄雾，桅杆上升，木制滑车在阳光下碰撞。

Mist and masts rising the knock of wooden tackle in the sunlight.

现在我们歌唱，在厨房地板上轻步起舞。

Now we sing and do tiny dances on the kitchen floor.

我们全身就像黎明时分的港湾；

Our whole body is like a harbor at dawn;

我们知道这天我们的主人已经离去。

We know that our master has left us for the day.