Every Sunday, Yves played drums in his garage. His friends Isak and Hiba came at two o'clock. Isak played the guitar. Hiba sang.
每个星期天，伊夫都在他的车库里打鼓。他的朋友伊萨克和希芭两点钟来。伊萨克弹吉他，希芭唱歌。
They played loud songs for two hours. The garage door was always closed. The walls shook a little.
他们演奏很吵的歌曲，一演奏就是两个小时。车库的门总是关着。墙壁微微地震动。
One Sunday, they played a very loud song. Yves hit the drums hard. Then they heard a knock on the door.
一个星期天，他们演奏了一首特别吵的歌。伊夫用力地敲着鼓。这时，他们听到有人敲门。
Yves stopped. The room was quiet. "Oh no," he said. "That is the neighbor."
伊夫停了下来。房间里一片安静。“糟了，”他说，“是邻居。”
He opened the door. A woman stood outside. She had a serious face. She held a long black case.
他打开门。一位女士站在外面，神情严肃。她手里提着一个长长的黑色琴盒。
"Hello," Yves said. "I am sorry. We are too loud, I know. We can stop now."
“您好，”伊夫说，“对不起，我知道我们太吵了。我们现在就停下。”
The woman looked at him. "Stop?" she said. "Why?"
女士看着他。“停下？”她说，“为什么？”
"Because of the noise," said Yves.
“因为噪音。”伊夫说。
She laughed. "No, no. I like the noise! I hear you every Sunday. I sit in my kitchen and listen to your songs."
她笑了。“不，不。我喜欢这个声音！每个星期天我都能听到你们。我坐在厨房里，听你们的歌。”
She put the case on the floor and opened it. Inside was a big, shiny bass.
她把琴盒放在地上，打开了它。里面是一把闪亮的大低音吉他。
"I play too," she said. "May I join you?"
“我也会弹，”她说，“我能加入你们吗？”
Yves looked at his friends. Then he smiled. "Of course," he said. "We start again at two. Come in."
伊夫看了看朋友们。然后他笑了。“当然可以，”他说，“我们两点重新开始。请进。”
