in the Depression '30s.

在大萧条的三十年代曾在这间旅馆住过
As of yore, I looked everywhere for the sad and fabled tinsmith

也想过去那样我到处寻找我记忆中狄安
of my mind.

那有着传奇色彩却命运不济的洋铁匠父亲
Either you find someone who looks like your father in places like Montana

好像在蒙大拿你发现有谁要么像你父亲
or you look for a friend's father where he is no more.

要么像你朋友父亲可其实这完全是幻觉
At lilac evening I walked with every muscle aching

绛紫色的夜晚我每一块肌肉都痛得要命
along the lights of 27th and Welton

我在丹佛黑人区第二十七大街和威尔顿街
in the Denver colored section

沿着路灯走着
wishing I were a Negro, feeling that the best the white world

我真希望我是个黑人在我看来白人世界
had offered was not enough ecstasy for me,

没有什么能使我激动对得心醉神迷
not enough life, joy, kicks, darkness,

缺乏活力欢乐神秘
music, not enough night.

音乐甚至没有难以忘怀的夜晚