Minggu pagi di jalan yang padat
I saw a man standing alone
Saya melihat seorang pria berdiri sendirian
he faced the mountains, his hands were raised
Dia menghadapi pegunungan, tangannya terangkat
like some prophet, his eyes in a blaze
Seperti beberapa nabi, matanya berkobar
oh bring me the day
oh bawakan aku hari ini
when the sun broke on his face
Saat matahari pecah di wajahnya
and he sang “glory”
dan dia menyanyikan “kemuliaan”
and the sun would rise
dan matahari akan terbit
he sang, “glory”, with fire in his eyes
Dia bernyanyi, “kemuliaan”, dengan api di matanya
above the engines and the shuffle of feet
di atas mesin dan shuffle kaki
his voice it carried over the trees
suaranya membawanya ke pepohonan
he sang for his children he sang for his home
Dia bernyanyi untuk anak-anaknya yang dinyanyikannya untuk rumahnya
and he sang for me though he didn’t know
dan dia bernyanyi untukku meski dia tidak tahu
oh bring me the day
oh bawakan aku hari ini
when the sun broke on his face
Saat matahari pecah di wajahnya
and he sang “glory”
dan dia menyanyikan “kemuliaan”
and the sun would rise
dan matahari akan terbit
he sang, “glory”, with fire in his eyes
Dia bernyanyi, “kemuliaan”, dengan api di matanya