Chimes Of Freedom
　　
　　Far between sundown's finish an' midnight's broken toll
　　We ducked inside the doorway, thunder crashing
　　As majestic bells of bolts struck shadows in the sounds
　　Seeming to be the chimes of freedom flashing
　　Flashing for the warriors whose strength is not to fight
　　Flashing for the refugees on the unarmed road of flight
　　An' for each an' ev'ry underdog soldier in the night
　　An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

太阳早已落山，子夜的钟声还未敲响
　　雷声轰隆，我们低身进门，
　　巨响犹若洪钟交织着闪电划破黑暗的夜空
　　就像那自由的钟声闪耀着夺目的光芒
　　照向那些战场上不愿杀戮的勇士
　　照向那些战争里手无寸铁的难民
　　还有夜里所有那些败阵的士兵
　　我们凝望这自由的钟声闪耀光芒

　　
　　In the city's melted furnace, unexpectedly we watched
　　With faces hidden while the walls were tightening
　　As the echo of the wedding bells before the blowin' rain
　　Dissolved into the bells of the lightning
　　Tolling for the rebel, tolling for the rake
　　Tolling for the luckless, the abandoned an' forsaked
　　Tolling for the outcast, burnin' constantly at stake
　　An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

在这个熔炉般的城市，我们将面孔匿藏
　　惊讶的看到那些正在紧缩的高墙
　　大雨之前那场婚礼的钟声失去了回响
　　因为此刻闪电的钟声敲响
　　敲给奋起反抗的人，敲给放荡不羁的人
　　敲给承受不幸的人，敲给没有归宿的人
　　敲给那些经常忍受火刑柱煎熬的被放逐的人
　　我们凝望这自由的钟声闪耀着光芒
　　
　　Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail
　　The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder
　　That the clinging of the church bells blew far into the breeze
　　Leaving only bells of lightning and its thunder
　　Striking for the gentle, striking for the kind
　　Striking for the guardians and protectors of the mind
　　An' the unpawned painter behind beyond his rightful time
　　An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

狂野而神秘的冰雹疯狂地砸向地面
　　就像天空中崩裂出奇妙无比的诗篇
　　绵延的教堂钟声随风而散
　　只留下电闪雷鸣如巨大的钟响
　　敲给柔弱的人，敲给善良的人，
　　敲给思想和精神的守护者
　　还有那些从不暗自出卖灵魂的画家
　　我们凝望这自由的钟声闪耀着光芒
　　
　　Through the wild cathedral evening the rain unraveled tales
　　For the disrobed faceless forms of no position
　　Tolling for the tongues with no place to bring their thoughts
　　All down in taken-for-granted situations
　　Tolling for the deaf an' blind, tolling for the mute
　　Tolling for the mistreated, mateless mother, the mistitled prostitute
　　For the misdemeanor outlaw, chased an' cheated by pursuit
　　An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

在大教堂苍的夜晚
　　大雨无情，平淡而直白的讲述着无言的故事
　　在这个无处表达己见已经变得理所当然的时代
　　为那些不能言说的舌头而讲述
　　为聋子和瞎子而讲述，为哑巴而讲述
　　为那些受虐者，守寡的母亲，还有无名的妓女而讲述
　　为那些犯下一点轻罪而被追查诱捕的逃犯而讲述
　　我们凝望这自由的钟声闪耀着光芒
　　
　　Even though a cloud's white curtain in a far-off corner flashed
　　An' the hypnotic splattered mist was slowly lifting
　　Electric light still struck like arrows, fired but for the ones
　　Condemned to drift or else be kept from drifting
　　Tolling for the searching ones, on their speechless, seeking trail
　　For the lonesome-hearted lovers with too personal a tale
　　An' for each unharmful, gentle soul misplaced inside a jail
　　An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.

尽管天边闪过一抹云朵白色的光亮
　　并且迷雾已慢慢消散
　　闪电的光芒却依然射下像箭一般
　　射向那些被判决流放还有正在流放的人们身上
　　射向那些上下而求索之人满腹辛酸艰难崎岖的路上
　　射向那些愁肠百结的情侣们凄楚难言的心上
　　还有所有那些含冤莫白身陷囹圄的柔弱善良的灵魂
　　我们凝望这自由的钟声闪耀着光芒
　　
　　Starry-eyed an' laughing as I recall when we were caught
　　Trapped by no track of hours for they hanged suspended
　　As we listened one last time an' we watched with one last look
　　Spellbound an' swallowed 'til the tolling ended
　　Tolling for the aching ones whose wounds cannot be nursed
　　For the countless confused, accused, misused, strung-out ones an' worse
　　An' for every hung-up person in the whole wide universe
　　An' we gazed upon the chimes of freedom flashing.
　　
回想起一开始我们被困时还在嬉笑
　　而当雷电终于停止时才意识到时间早已悄然流走
　　当我们最后一次倾听最后一次凝望
　　我们心无旁骛，直到钟声远走
　　这钟声敲给那些无法治愈伤口任疼痛侵袭肆虐的人们
　　敲给无数困惑、被指控、受虐、染上毒瘾以及情况更加糟糕的人们
　　还有全世界所有那些紧张焦虑不得安宁的人们
　　我们凝望这自由的钟声闪耀着光芒