我喜欢我的“洞穴”,

I liked my little hole,

它的窗户面对一堵砖墙。

Its window facing a brick wall.

隔壁有一架钢琴。

Next door there was a piano.

每个月有几晚

A few evenings a month

一个跛足的老人来这儿弹奏

a crippled old man came to play

“我的蓝色天堂。”

“My Blue Heaven.”

然而多数时候,它很安静。

Mostly, though, it was quiet.

每个房间都有蜘蛛在厚重的大衣里

Each room with its spider in heavy overcoat

用一张网捕捉它的苍蝇

Catching his fly with a web

及烟雾和空想。

Of cigarette smoke and revery.

如此黑暗，

So dark,

我无法在剃须镜里看到我的脸。

I could not see my face in the shaving mirror.

早晨5点光脚上楼的声音。

At 5 A.M. the sound of bare feet upstairs.

店面开在街角的

The “Gypsy” fortuneteller,

“吉普赛”占卜者，

Whose storefront is on the corner,

在爱之夜后正要去小解。

Going to pee after a night of love.

一次，也有一个孩子啜泣的声音。

Once, too, the sound of a child sobbing.

它那么近，我想

So near it was, I thought

过一会儿，我自己也要哭了。

For a moment, I was sobbing myself.