啊，请弹作品第一号，

Ah, but to play man number one,

搅动人心中的匕首，

To drive the dagger in his heart,

把大脑放到木板上，

To lay his brain upon the board

挑出刻毒的颜色，

And pick the acrid colors out,

把思想钉在屋门上，

To nail his thought across the door,

展翅飞向雨、雪，

Its wings spread wide to rain and snow,

放出活的音调，

To strike his living hi and ho,

敲击，敲击，把它变为真实，

To tick it, tock it, turn it true,

敲出蓝色的音符，

To bang from it a savage blue,

敲击金属的琴弦……

Jangling the metal of the strings