Marin

We never see Marin until¹ her aunt comes home from work, and even² then she can only stay out in front. She is there every night with the radio. When the light in her aunt's room goes out, Marin lights a cigarette³ and it doesn't matter if it's cold out or if the radio doesn't work or if we've got⁴ nothing to say to each other. What matters, Marin says, is for the boys to see us and for us to see them. And since⁵ Marin's skirts are shorter and since her eyes are pretty, and since Marin is already⁶ older than us in many ways, the boys who do pass by say stupid⁷ things like I am in love with those two green apples you call eyes, give them to me why don't you. And Marin just looks at them without even blinking⁸ and is no afraid.

Marin, under the streetlight, dancing by herself⁹, is singing the same song somewhere¹⁰. I know. Is waiting for a car to stop, a star to fall, someone¹¹ to change her life¹².

玛琳

在玛琳在婶婶下班回家前，我们从来都看不到玛琳。在那以后，她也只能出到房子前面。她每晚都拿个收音机在那里。等她婶婶房间里的灯熄灭后，玛琳就会点一支烟，如果那会儿外面冷，或者收音机不响，或者我们互相没话说，这些都不要紧；要紧的是，玛琳说，要让男孩子看到我们，我们看到男孩子。因为玛琳的裙子更短，因为她的眼睛很漂亮，因为她在很多方面已经比我们成熟，男孩子跑过来说一些蠢话，比如我爱上你说是眼睛的那两个青苹果，把它们给我吧为什么不？玛琳只是看着它们，眼睛都不眨一下，也不害怕。

玛琳，街灯下独自起舞的人，在某个地方唱着同一首歌，我知道。她在等一辆小汽车停下来，等着一颗星星坠落，等一个人改变她的生活。