Man Of A Thousand Faces

The man of a thousand faces
有一千张面孔的男人
Sits down at the table
坐在桌子那头
Eats a small lump of sugar
吃了一块小小的糖
And smiles at the moon like he knows her
对着月亮微笑的神态活像两者熟悉

他开始安静地上升
He begins his quiet ascension
不带有任何人对他稳定的指导
Without anyone's steady instruction
到达了一处毫无宗教信仰的地方
To a place of no religion
他寻得一条相似她的道路
He's found a path to her likeness
他的语句如同桌布在河流中清洗时

的褪色一样安静
His words are quiet like stains are
它们都在尝试
On a tablecloth washed in a river
遮盖互相
Stains that are trying to cover
又或是将图案的颜色染匀
For each other
好总是好过完美
Or at least blend in with the pattern
擦洗到你的手指流出血来

而我为那些
Good is better than perfect
平静告诉别人的事情哭泣
Scrub till your fingers are bleeding
他过去总是去他最喜欢书店
And I?m crying for things
撕下他最爱的书页
I tell others to do without crying
把它们都塞在自胸前的口袋

月亮 对他不过是一位陌生人罢了
He used to go to his favorite bookstores
他现在挨着窗户那处坐在桌前
And rip out his favorite pages
无需任何人的指导
And stuff 'em into his breast pockets
开始了他的上升
The moon, to him, was a stranger
去到一处没有宗教的地方

寻得一处相似她的小径
And now he sits down at a table
他吃了一块小小的糖
Without anyone's steady instruction
对月微笑的神态活像两者熟悉对方
Begins his quiet ascension
To a place of no religion

He's found a path to her likeness
He eats a small lump of sugar
Smiles at the moon like he knows her