Red as the bloodshed, blue as the wounded, white as the crosses on our soldier's graves. 红色的流血冲突，蓝为伤员，白如我们士兵的坟墓了十字架。

Through the rain, through the sun, these colors never run. 在雨中，透过阳光，这些颜色永远不会运行。

   

I first saw her standing on the corner of the stage and I've been pledging my allegiance ever since. 我第一次看到她站在舞台的角落里，我一直在宣誓效忠我至今。

We often take for granted her old familiar wave but that freedom cost a lot of brave young men and women. 我们常常想当然她的老熟悉的波，但这种自由花费大量的勇敢的年轻男女。

   

It's one that's red as the bloodshed, blue as the wounded, white as the crosses on our soldier's graves. 这是一个最红的流血冲突，蓝为伤员，白如我们士兵的坟墓了十字架。

Through the rain, through the sun, these colors never run. No they never will. 在雨中，透过阳光，这些颜色永远不会运行。不，他们永远也不会。

   

Now I've seen people treat her like she was some old rag, clueless to the human sacrifice. 现在，我已经看到了人们对待她像她的一些旧抹布，无能的人的牺牲。

But you'll always find a mother, a widow, a child, a sister or a brother with a carefully folded teardrop in their eyes. 但你一定会找到一个母亲，一个寡妇，一个孩子，一个姐姐和一个弟弟，在他们眼里精心折叠的泪滴。

   

It's one that's red as the bloodshed, blue as the wounded, white as the crosses on our soldier's graves. 这是一个最红的流血冲突，蓝为伤员，白如我们士兵的坟墓了十字架。

Through the rain, through the sun, these colors never run. No, these colors never run. 在雨中，透过阳光，这些颜色永远不会运行。不，这些颜色永远不会运行。