我梦见我在一片沙漠中，因为我讨厌自己
我开始揍一个女人。
天残忍邪恶地寒冷，我不得不做点事情，
生一堆火，做些运动，
但我患了头疼。我累了，
我想做的只是睡觉，死去。
我的西服染上了鲜血
几根头发粘在我手指上
它们都属于我可怜的母亲--
“你为什么要虐待你妈，”一块石头问我，
一块布满灰尘的石头，“你为什么虐待她？”
I dreamed I was in a desert and because I was sick of myself
I started beating a woman.
It was devilish cold, I had to do something,
Make a fire, take some exercise,
But I had a headache, I was tired,
All I wanted to do was sleep, die.
My suit was soggy with blood
And a few hairs were stuck among my fingers
They belonged to my poor mother –
“Why do you abuse your mother,” a stone asked me,
A dusty stone, “Why do you abuse her?”
