I woke alone, in a mansion on a hill; 我独自醒来，在一所山上的豪宅;

Across the room: a red telephone. 整个房间：一个红色的电话。

Mouth was dry, I felt I’d been asleep for years. 嘴干，我觉得我已经睡了多年。

I turned and I discovered then the sum of all my fears. 我转过身，我发现后我所有的恐惧的总和。

   

What have I become? 我有什么变成什么？

(Someone tell me that I’m dreaming!) （有人告诉我，我是在做梦！ ）

What have I become? 我有什么变成什么？

(Someone wake me up!) （有人叫我起床！ ）

   

Through the glass, the clouds were dark and harbored rain; 透过玻璃，云是黑暗和窝藏雨;

The land below grey and vast. 下面灰色和广阔的土地。

And through the mist, I saw the fields were flush with graves, 并透过薄雾，只见领域是平齐的坟墓，

And each headstone was etched with lies discrediting the brave. 并且每个墓碑蚀刻用谎言抹黑勇敢。

   

Son, imitate death’s true face; 儿子，模仿死亡的真实面目;

For who and what and why’d they have to die? 对于谁，我死了什么，你为什么他们有？

Someone wake me up! 有人叫我起床！