Motorcycle Diary

Crossing South America, 12,000 miles of poverty
I ride, outrageously arrogant, on an impulse
Vast and boundless earth, but I can’t grow a dream
I can only see the countless hungry children and hopeless tenant farmers

Ah, who is waiting for a hero
Ah, with my revolver I take aim at the heartless sky

Who’s willing [bad word] with me, to create a legend together
Do you still dream?  Are you still crazy?
Do you still have the old romanticism?

Who’s willing [bad word] with me, to create a legend together
Even if someone can eliminate me
They still cannot seize our freedom to dream

In a thousand years, a rainbow hasn’t appeared in the Indies’ skies
Unemployed, old people are playing the banjo
Who is sleeping in the streets, and who lives in a royal palace
The diary is full of dreams, I decide to use this life to recite them

Ah, who cares to shout for freedom
Ah, I use my life to challenge the predestined universe

横越过南美洲
一万两千里的贫穷
我骑著狂妄的一股冲动
无垠的大地啊种不出一个梦

只看到那无数的
饥饿的孩子和绝望佃农
呜谁在等待英雄
呜我把左轮瞄准无情天空

谁愿意和我
一起写一个传说
你还梦不梦疯不疯
还有没有当初浪漫温柔

谁愿意和我
一起写一个传说
就算谁能消灭了我
却夺不走我们作梦的自由

呜谁在呼喊自由
呜我用生命挑战宿命宇宙
谁愿意和我
一起写一个传说
你还梦不梦疯不疯
还有没有当初浪漫温柔
就算谁能消灭了我
却夺不走我们作梦的自由