Patiently she stares down the runway, 耐心地凝视着她沿着跑道，

Today's the day that he is coming home. 今天，他回家的那一天。

Seems like he's been gone a life time 好像他已经走了一生的时间

And a life time is a long time to be gone. 并且续航时间长的时间才能消失。

But there are songs that need singing, 但也有歌曲需要演唱，

And there are things that must be done. 而且有些事情是必须做的。

There are thoughts that still need thinking, 有想法，还需要思考，

And there are wars that must be won. 并有战争，必须拿下。

   

He was just a boy when they sent for him 他只是个孩子时，他们送他

And overnight turned him into a man. 过夜把他变成一个男人。

Proudly he had served his country 宝德他曾担任他的国家

In a war he didn't seem to understand. 在一次战争中，他似乎并不明白。

The flag still waves, his war is over, 该标志仍然波澜，他的战争已经结束，

He'll never have to kill again. 他永远不会有再次杀人。

And as she waits, she thinks it over, 当她等待，她认为这件事情，

Is winning worth the prize we pay to win? 赢了值得我们付出赢得奖品？

   

Her thoughts keep wandering to his childhood, 她的想法一直徘徊于他的童年，

When all his hand grenades were merely toys. 当所有他的手榴弹仅仅是玩具。

And "war" was just a game that he was playing 而“战”只是一个游戏，他玩

With plastic guns like other little boys. 用胶枪像其他小男孩。

And ev'ry day when play was over, 而内心的每一次​​一天戏结束后，

He'd put his little toys away. 他就会把他的小玩具了。

And she'd be standing, waiting for him, 她会站在，等待他的，

The way she's waiting here today. 途中，她今天在这里等待。

   

As the plane stops she starts thinking, 当飞机停，她开始想，

Will he still look the way he did before? 他仍然会看他之前做的方式？

Or will his eyes reflect the pain of killing, 或者将他的目光反映杀害的痛苦，

Like most young men when they come home from war? 像大多数年轻人，当他们回家的战争？

These last few minutes seem like hours, 这最后的几分钟看似小时，

She tries her best not to cry. 她尝试她最好不要哭。

But there's that hearse filled up with flowers, 但有这么灵车摆满了鲜花，

Did he really have to die? 难道他真的死了？

No, no, no, no, 不，不，不，不，

No, no, no, no, no, 不，不，不，不，不，

No, no, no, 不，不，不，

No, no, 不，不，

No, no, 不，不，

No, no, no, 不，不，不，

No, 不，

No, no, no, 不，不，不，

No, 不，

No, no, no, no, no. 不，不，不，不，不。