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乞讨者
--by worst
他拦住我
对我说
你好
One dollar for coffee?
我停下来
对他说
你好
Can you play guitar for me?
他弹了起来
站在我面前
节奏欢快
我说不出歌的名字
破碎的吉他
断裂的琴弦
但绝不能让它静止在风里
他笑着跳着
火车压过铁轨
城市里只有他和他的吉他在逛荡
他张开嘴又闭上
比舞娘更风骚地衔住华盛顿
乞讨者的快乐
只需一块钱
我们的快乐
总是太昂贵
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google translate很强大
稍作修改
感觉英文读起来更顺嘴
He stopped me
And said
Hello
One dollar for coffee?
I stopped
And said to him
Hello
Can you play guitar for me?
He started to play
Standing in front of me
Cheerful rhythm
I couldn’t tell the name of the song
The broken guitar
The broken string
But never let it rest in the wind
He danced with a smile
Train running over the rails
Only him and his guitar roamed in the city
He opened his mouth and shut it
Holding Washington cozier than a stripper
Beggar’s joy
Only one dollar
Our joy
Always too expensive
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修改:worst FROM 68.81.32.*
FROM 68.81.32.*