Yeah, sing the song, Bro' 是啊，唱这首歌，兄弟

   

If the sun refuse to shine, 如果太阳不再闪耀，

I don't mind, I don't mind, 我不介意，我不介意，

If the mountains fell in the sea, 如果山在海中下跌，

let it be, it ain't me. 随它去吧，这不是我的。

Alright, 'cos I got my own world to look through, 好吧， “因为我有我自己的世界看穿，

And I ain't gonna copy you. 我是不会抄你。

   

Now if 6 turned out to be 9, 现在，如果6竟然是9 ，

I don't mind, I don't mind, 我不介意，我不介意，

Alright, if all the hippies cut off all their hair, 好吧，如果所有的嬉皮士切断了所有的头发，

I don't care, I don't care. 我不在乎，我不在乎。

Dig, 'cos I got my own world to live through 挖， “因为我有我自己的世界里度过

And I ain't gonna copy you. 我是不会抄你。

   

White collared conservative flashing down the street, 白领保守闪烁在街上，

   

Pointing their plastic finger at me. 指着自己的塑料手指着我。

They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die, 他们希望不久我这种会下降和死亡，

But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high. 但我会挥动我的怪胎标志，高。

Wave on, wave on 浪尖上，在波

Fall mountains, just don't fall on me 秋季山，只是不落在我

Go ahead on Mr. Business man, you can't dress like me. 继续对商业先生的人，你不能穿得像我。

Sing on Brother, play on drummer. 唱兄弟，鼓手上玩。