I pity the poor immigrant Who wishes he would’ve stayed home Who uses all his power to do evil But in the end is always left so alone That man whom with his fingers cheats And who lies with every breath Who passionately hates his life And likewise, fears his death
私はかわいそうな移民を憐れむ 故郷に残っていたらよかったと願う 悪を行うためにあらゆる力を使い果たす しかし、結局は孤独にさいなまれる 指を使って人をだます男 息をするたびに嘘をつく男 自分の生活を激しく憎む男 同様に、死を恐れる男
I pity the poor immigrant Whose strength is spent in vain Whose heaven is like Ironsides Whose tears are like rain Who eats but is not satisfied Who hears but does not see Who falls in love with wealth itself And turns his back on me
私はかわいそうな移民を憐れむ その力は無駄に費やされる 彼の天国はアイアンサイドのよう 彼の涙は雨のように 食べても満足できない 聞いても理解できない 富そのものに恋をする そして、私に背を向ける
I pity the poor immigrant Who tramples through the mud Who fills his mouth with laughing And who builds his town with blood Whose visions in the final end Must shatter like the glass I pity the poor immigrant When his gladness comes to pass
私はかわいそうな移民を憐れむ 泥の中を踏み歩く 口に笑いをつめ込む 血で街を建てる 最終的には 彼らのビジョンはガラスのように砕け散る 私はかわいそうな移民を憐れむ 喜びが訪れるとき
