Mbark Ould Ahmed, 45

Four in the morning, the dock is still black water and rope. I count containers by the numbers stencilled on their sides until the sky goes grey. Twenty years of this, and my shoulder still tells me when rain is coming.译凌晨四点，码头还是黑水与缆绳。我按箱体上的喷码数集装箱，一直数到天发灰。干了二十年，肩膀到现在还会替我预报下雨。

Maria Fernanda QuispeFranziska GruberMariana CostaIsabella Moretti

The green shirt only comes out on Fridays. I button it to the top, tune the guitar behind the bar, and wait for the room to go quiet. Morna is not for shouting. You sing it as if you were telling one person.译那件绿衬衫只在周五出来。我把扣子扣到最上面，在吧台后面调弦，等整个屋子安静下来。莫尔纳不是用来喊的。你唱它，像在跟一个人说话。

Camille LaurentDiego FerrerAisha RahmaniJoana ManuelMariana Costa

A boy on the crew asked why I still carry crates at forty-five. I said the sea does not care about your age, and neither does the rent. Then I taught him the three chords I know best.译队里一个年轻人问我，四十五了为什么还扛箱子。我说海不在乎你多大，房租也不在乎。后来我把最熟的三个和弦教给了他。

Maria Fernanda QuispeKim MinjunMarkus Weber

On the roof the wind comes off the bay smelling of salt and diesel. I carry the guitar up there when the house is too small for a song. Below, the lights of Mindelo do what they always do — stay on for people who cannot sleep.译天台上风从湾里吹上来，带着盐和柴油的味道。屋里装不下一首歌的时候，我就把吉他抱上去。底下明德卢的灯还是老样子——为睡不着的人亮着。

Sophie van de VeldeMaksim SkakunLuc BelangerLazar Stankovic

There is a verse my father used to hum that I never found on any record. I have been piecing it together for years, one line at a time. Last night the fourth line finally came right, and there was nobody to tell.译有一句词我父亲总哼，我在任何唱片里都没找到。这些年我一句一句把它拼回来。昨晚第四句终于对上了，却没有人可以说。

陈远航Camille LaurentAnton SkakunMehmet Ali Yurt

The canvas work clothes smell of tar no matter how often they are washed. I hang them outside before dawn and put them on still damp. Some things you do not fight; you wear them until they give up.译帆布工装不管洗多少遍都带着柏油味。天亮前我把它挂在外面，穿的时候还是潮的。有些事不用较劲，穿到它自己服软为止。

Diego FerrerPriya NairLuc BelangerLazar Stankovic

Somebody left a cassette on the bar last month. Side A is a singer I cannot name, taped off the radio, applause and all. I play it on Sundays. The hiss between tracks is the part I like most.译上个月有人在吧台留下一盘磁带。A 面是个我叫不出名字的歌手，从收音机里录的，连掌声一起。我周日放它。我最喜欢的是两首之间那段沙沙声。

Matilda HargraveLuc BelangerMarkus Weber