Tuesday - Five For Fighting
One year like any old other year
这年如同任何一年
In a week like any week
这周如同任何一周
Monday lying down
在星期一躺下
Half Asleep
半梦半醒
People doing what people do
人们重复同样的事情
Loving, working and getting through
爱着，工作着, 还有
No portraits on the walls
穿过墙上没有画像的
Of Seventh Avenue
第七大道
Then Tuesday came and went
星期二 来了又去
Like a helicopter overhead
如同在头顶盘旋的飞机
The Letter that she left
用冰冷红字写着地址的信
Cold Addressed in Red
述说着 她的离去
Tuesday Came and went
星期二 来了又去
One one September when
9月
will she come again
她何时会再来
The thing about memories
关于记忆
They're sure and bound to fade
它们是清晰的，却注定会消逝
Except for the stolen souls
除了搁浅在
Left upon her blade
她刀刃上的灵魂
Is Monday coming back
星期一
That's what Mondays do
将如往常一样到来
They Turn and Turn around
它们周而复始
Afraid to see it through
看它们如此的流逝 让我害怕
Tuesday came and went
星期二 来了又去
Like a helicopter overhead
如同在头顶盘旋的飞机
The Letter that she left
用冰冷红字写着地址的信
Cold Addressed in Red
述说着 她的离去
Tuesday Came and went one
星期二 来了又去
One September
9月
When will she come again
她何时会再来
Tuesday Came and went one
星期二 来了又去
One September, When?
9月，何时
Cold and dressed in red
冰冷的红色字迹
How could I forget
我又如何忘记
Tuesday Came and went
星期二 来了又去
Like a Helicopter overhead
像盘旋在头顶的飞机
Will she come again
她 会回来吗