Drop the bomb, on the city. 投下炸弹，在这个城市。

In the night while they sleep. 在晚上，而他们睡觉。

Innocence, lost forever. 纯真，永远失去了。

The eve of democracy. 民主的前夜。

Drop the bomb, little children, 投下炸弹，小的孩子，

run for cover from the terror of freedom. 运行从自由的恐怖盖。

When hope is gone, you lose the people. 当希望破灭之时，你失去的人。

Without the people who will vote in your chosen one. 没有人谁将会在您所选择的一票。

   

Liberty, is what they're saying, 自由，是他们在说什么，

but I don't hear that at all. 但我没有听到，在所有。

Liberty is what they're praying, 自由是他们在祈祷什么，

does god hear their call? 上帝听到他们的电话吗？

   

Spill the blood, start a riot. 洒血，开始暴动。

Embrace the panic in the streets. 拥抱在街头恐慌。

Live in fear, of the colors, 色彩的生活在恐惧中，

so determined not to run. 所以坚决不执行。

All the pain, the suffering. 所有的痛苦，苦难。

Did they get what they wanted? 难道他们得到他们想要的东西？

When former friends become enemies, 当以前的朋友变成敌人，

the only outcome is war. 唯一的结果就是战争。