And when they finally hand you heartache, when they slip war and hatred under your door and offer you handouts on street-corners of cynicism and defeat, you tell them that they really ought to meet your mother.
当他们最终交给你的只有心痛， 当他们把战火和仇恨席卷到你的家门口， 在街头巷口鼓动你的 那些冷嘲热讽和幻灭的宣传语时， 你告之他们，他们的确应该来见见你的母亲。