Penjaja midway memanggil “Cobalah keberuntunganmu denganku.”
Merry-go-round wheezing same old melody.
Merry-go-round mengi melodi lama yang sama.
A thousand ten-cent wonders, who could ask for more.
Seribu keajaiban sepuluh sen, yang bisa meminta lebih.
A pocketful of silver, the key to heaven’s door.
Seikat perak, kunci pintu surga.
Lakeside Park, willows in the breeze.
Lakeside Park, willow di angin.
Lakeside Park, so many memories.
Lakeside Park, begitu banyak kenangan.
Laughing rides, midway lights,
Menunggang kuda, lampu tengah jalan,
Shining stars on summer nights.
Bintang bersinar di malam musim panas.
Days of barefoot freedom, racing with the waves,
Hari kebebasan bertelanjang kaki, berlomba dengan ombak,
Nights of starlit secrets, crackling driftwood flames,
Malam rahasia berbintang, nyala api apung,
Drinking by the lighthouse, smoking on the pier,
Minum oleh mercusuar, merokok di dermaga,
Still, we saw the magic was fading every year.
Meski begitu, kami melihat keajaiban itu memudar setiap tahun.
Everyone would gather on the twenty fourth of May,
Semua orang akan berkumpul pada tanggal dua puluh empat Mei,
Sitting in the sand to watch the fireworks display.
Duduk di pasir untuk menyaksikan kembang api.
Dancing fires on the beach, singing songs together,
Menari api di pantai, menyanyikan lagu bersama,
Though it’s just a memory, some memories last forever.
Meski hanya kenangan, beberapa kenangan bertahan selamanya.