A perfect indian is he 完美的印第安人是他
Remembering him life is sweet 回忆他的一生是甜蜜的
Like a weeping willow 像舒服的枕头
His face on my pillow 他的脸在我的枕头上
Comes to me still in my dreams 总是在我的梦里来到我身边
And there I saw a young baby 在那里我看到一个小婴孩
A beautiful daughter was she 一个美丽的女儿是他
A face from a painting 一张画上走出来的脸
Red cheeks and teeth aching 红红的脸颊，让人心疼的牙
Her eyes like a wild Irish sea 她的眼睛像狂野的爱尔兰海洋
On a table in her yellow dress 穿着黄色的童装躺在桌子上
For a photograph feigned hapiness 为了拍照而假装的快乐
Why in my life is that the only time 为什么这是我一生中唯一的一刻
That any of you will smile at me 所有的你们都向我微笑
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean 我航行在这个可怕的海洋里
I've come for myself to retrieve 我是为了找回我自己
Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children 我觉得我像是Lir的孩子已经太久
And there's only one way to be free 只有唯一的一条路可以获得自由
He's shy and he speaks quietly 他是害羞的，他平静地说着话
He's gentle and he seems to me 他是文雅的，对于我来说
Like the elf-arrow 他就是精灵的箭
His face worn and harrowed 他的脸上有疲倦和苦恼
Is he a daydreamer like me 难道他和我一样是个白日梦者
I'm sailing on this terrible ocean 我航行在这个可怕的海洋
I've come for myself to retrieve 我是为了找回我自己
Too long have I been feeling like Lir's children 我觉得我像是Lir的孩子已经太久
And there's only one way to be free 只有唯一的一条路可以获得自由