Question

traveling soldier

two days past eighteen,
he was waitin' for the bus in his army greens.
sat down in a booth, in a cafe there,
gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair.
he's a little shy but she give him a smile,
so he said:"would you mind sittin' down for a while?
"and talkin' to me. i'm feelin' a little low."
she said:"i'm off in an hour and i know where we can go."
so they went down and they sat on the pier,
he said:"i bet you got a boyfriend but i don't care,
"i got no one to send a letter to.
"would you mind if i sent one back here to you?"
i cried:"never gonna hold the hand of another guy."
"too young for him," they told her.
waitin' for the love of the travellin' soldier.
"our love will never end."
waitin' for the soldier to come back again
never more to be alone when the letter says,
my soldier's comin' home.
the letters came from an army camp,
in california, then vietnam.
he told her of his heart, it might be love,
and all of the things he was so scared of.
he said:"when it's gettin' kinda rough over here,
"i think of that day, sittin' down at the pier.
"and i close my eyes and see your pretty smile.
"don't worry, but i won't be able to write for a while."
i cried:"never gonna hold the hand of another guy."
"too young for him," they told her.
waitin' for the love of the travellin' soldier.
"our love will never end."
waitin' for the soldier to come back again
never more to be alone when the letter says,
my soldier's comin' home.
one friday night at a football game,
the lord's prayer said, and the anthem sang,
a man said:"folks would you bow your head,
"for the list of local vietnam dead."
cryin' all alone under the stands,
was the piccolo player in the marching band.
and one name read and nobody really cared,
but a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair.
i cried:"never gonna hold the hand of another guy."
"too young for him," they told her.
waitin' for the love of the travellin' soldier.
"our love will never end."
waitin' for the soldier to come back again
never more to be alone when the letter says,
my soldier's comin' home.
i cried:"never gonna hold the hand of another guy."
"too young for him," they told her.
waitin' for the love of the travellin' soldier.
"our love will never end."
waitin' for the soldier to come back again
never more to be alone when the letter says,
my soldier's comin' home.
希望好心人翻译一下

Answer 1

Travelin' Soldier
远行的战士
Two days past eighteen
18岁刚过两天
He was waiting for the bus in his army green
他穿着军装在等汽车
Sat down in a booth in a cafe there
坐在露天的咖啡座
Gave his order to a girl with a bow in her hair
女招待戴着蝴蝶结, 男孩点了东西
He's a little shy so she gave him a smile
她冲着害羞的男孩微笑
And he said would you mind sittin' down for a while
他说你是否可以坐下陪我聊天
And talking to me, I'm feeling a little low
因为我有些情绪低落
She said I'm off in an hour
她说我还有一个小时就下班了
and I know where we can go.
我知道我们可以去哪里坐坐
So they went down and they sat on the pier
他们一起坐在码头
He said I bet you got a boyfriend but I don't care
他说我猜你有男友但是我不会在乎
I got no one to send a letter to
他说我甚至无人可以写信
Would you mind if I sent one back here to you
你是否介意我与你书信交往？
I cried
我哭了
Never gonna hold the hand of another guy
我再不会拉另个男孩的手
Too young for him they told her
他们说他上战场还太年轻
Waitin' for the love of a travelin' soldier
而她还在等待那个远行战士的爱
Our love will never end
这爱情将永不消逝
Waitin' for the soldier to come back again
等待远行战士的归来.
Never more to be alone when the letter said A soldier's coming home
当信上说战士即将归来 将不会再与寂寞相伴
So the letters came from an army camp
军中不断发来信件
In California then Vietnam
从加州到越南
And he told her of his heart
他向她倾诉衷肠
It might be love and all of the things he was so scared of He said when it's getting kinda rough over here
从爱意到心中恐慌 他说每当遭遇困苦危险
I think of that day sittin' down at the pier
我都会想起那日码头共坐
And I close my eyes and see your pretty smile
我闭上双眼回忆你的甜美微笑
Don't worry but I won't be able to write for a while
不要担心,我可能有一阵子不能写信了
One Friday night at a football game
在一个星期五的橄榄球赛上
The Lord's Prayer said and the Anthem sang
突然响起了圣歌和祈祷, 然后播放了国歌
A man said folks would you bow your heads
一个人说请大家为在越南战场上
For a list of 14)local Vietnam dead
死去的同乡默哀
Crying all alone under the stands
看台下面
Was a piccolo player in the marching band
行进乐队的短笛手在默默伤心哭泣
And one name read and nobody really cared
没有人真正在意那死者姓名
But a pretty little girl with a bow in her hair
除了那头戴蝴蝶结的姑娘