who sat in boxes breathing in the darkness under the bridge,

他们走投无路坐在纸箱里呼吸大桥底的黑暗
and rose up to build harpsichords in their lofts,

然后爬上自己的阁楼制造羽管键琴
who scribbled all night

他们整夜信笔涂鸦
rocking and rolling over lofty incantations

念着高深的摇滚咒语
which in the yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish,

为卑怯的早晨留下一纸乱语胡言
who were burned alive in their innocent flannel suits

他们套着天真的法兰绒西服走在麦迪逊大街上
on Madison Avenue

备受煎熬
amid blasts of leaden verse

被沉闷的诗篇蜂拥包围
and the tanked up clatter of the iron regiments of fashion

时尚的铁汉兵团酒醉喧哗
and the nitroglycerine shrieks of the fairies of advertising

广告仙子们发出硝化甘油的尖叫
and the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors,

狡黠编辑们喷出芥子气
or were run down by the drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality,

再被绝对现实的出租车撞倒在地