请英语高手翻译一下下面这篇文章。谢谢大家了。

We are dancing in the living room. Just the two of us. I'm the one in the blue jeans and T-shirt, getting ready for work. He's the little guy in my arms, almost three, still in his gold pajamas with the feet on them. I had put on the tape to hear "Silver Thunderbird". A tribute to a car is all it is, sung with feeling.
I'm dancing.
The little guy has his legs around my waist. He's soft and wiry at the same time, and he still smells like last night's sleep. We have the volume turned up high so we can feel the music.
We swoop over the living room. I do the things I would never consider on a dance floor. We spin. We dip until my boy's hair all hangs down.
If you know anything about almost-three-year-olds, you know they don't stay with one thing for long. It wouldn't surprise me if he suddenly slid from my arms and hopped away to play with his toy gas station.
But he doesn't.
Clinging to me like a little monkey, he nuzzles his face against my neck. It is one of those happenings between a parent and a child that gets inside you and brings you fully into the moment.
After you've been at the dad game for a while, you know how rare such moments are. You can never predict them - and you will do almost anything to prolong them.
The music carries us away as we whirl around the room.
There are things about being a parent you know are coming. Sleepless nights. Getting to know your pharmacist on a first-name basis. Putting bandages on tiny hurts.
But then there are moments like this that no one can prepare you for. Suddenly you are aware of something much stronger than you ever expected, something palpable between you and that little guy you helped bring into the world, and what he means to you and what you must mean to him.
It's a flash of insight so strong it almost knocks you over, but you keep on dancing so the spell won't be broken.
When the music stops, the little person on my chest leans back and looks up at me. He says, "Another song's coming on, Dad."
We dance to it too.

我们在客厅里跳舞。只有我们两个。我是一个在蓝色的牛仔裤和T恤衫,准备工作。他几乎三的在我的怀里,小家伙,还在他的金睡衣在他们的脚。我把磁带上听到“银雷鸟”。向一辆汽车就是全部,唱的感觉。我跳舞。小家伙双腿搂着我的腰。他是软的,硬的同时,他还是昨晚的睡眠。我们已经把音量调高所以我们可以感受音乐。我们扑在起居室。我做的事情我不会考虑在舞池。我们的自旋。我们浸到我的男孩的头发垂下来。如果你知道几乎三岁的东西,你知道他们不留长一点。我不会感到惊讶,如果他突然划过我的手臂和跳去玩他的玩具的加油站。但是他没有。执着的我像一个小猴子,他擦他的脸在我的脖子上。这是一个家长和孩子,得到内给你带来充分的时刻之间的事。当你在爸爸一会儿游戏,你知道这样的时刻是罕见的。你永远无法预测他们-,你几乎会做任何事来延长他们的。音乐带我们去我们绕房间。有关于父母的你知道的东西来。不眠之夜。了解在第一名的基础上你的药剂师。把绷带上微小的伤害。但在这样的时刻,没有人能为你准备。突然你意识到的东西比你的预期,你这小家伙你帮助引进世界之间的明显的,他对你意味着什么,你必须对他意味着什么。这是一个闪光的见解如此强大,几乎敲门你,但你继续跳舞,所以拼写不会被打破。当音乐停止时,很少的人在我的胸口靠和仰望着我。他说,“另一首歌来了,爸爸。”我们跳舞呢。
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第1个回答  2013-10-23
我们在客厅里跳舞,只有我们两个人,我穿着蓝色裤子和 Tt恤衫,准备开始,他是小孩子,大约3岁,依然穿着那整套睡衣,我打开录音机放着那银色雷鸟,.........很有感觉
我跳舞
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第2个回答  2013-10-23
大意就是下面机器翻译的那个版本,免费的你就别要求太多了。
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