I might stretch the truth, may be a little lie,
Aku bisa meregangkan kebenaran, mungkin sedikit bohong,
there was a boy named Brad,
ada seorang anak bernama Brad,
he played trumpet, and he died.
Dia bermain sangkakala, dan dia meninggal.
Too young for him to cease,
Terlalu muda baginya untuk berhenti,
Why? We haven't got a clue,
Mengapa? Kami tidak punya petunjuk,
It's on the internet, so then it must be true.
Ada di internet, jadi pasti itu benar adanya.

The untimely death of Brad,
Kematian Brad yang terlalu dini,
how sad it must have been.
betapa menyedihkannya hal itu.
If you see him anywhere,
Jika Anda melihatnya di mana saja,
remember to console him.
ingat untuk menghiburnya

I curse the day, I ever met the boy,
Aku mengutuk hari, aku pernah bertemu anak laki-laki itu,
Only the good die young, they say.
Hanya yang baik yang mati muda, kata mereka.
The details of his death are vague
Rincian kematiannya tidak jelas
unbelievable it seems,
Luar biasa rasanya,
as if his passing was only a dream.
Seolah-olah kepergiannya hanya mimpi.
Catastrophe, calamity,
Bencana, malapetaka,
what will we tell his mother now?
apa yang akan kita katakan pada ibunya sekarang?
Cataclysmic, a tragic mishap,
Bencana alam, tragedi tragis,
I just heard that their band is breaking up.
Saya baru saja mendengar bahwa band mereka putus.
I hear his trumpet, his voice rings in my ears,
Kudengar terompetnya, suaranya berdering di telingaku,
it sometimes seems he's standing very near.
Terkadang sepertinya dia berdiri sangat dekat.
I don't believe in ghosts,
Saya tidak percaya pada hantu,
I've never seen one,
Aku belum pernah melihatnya,
but isn't the trumpet playing haunting on this album?
Tapi bukankah terompet yang menghantui album ini?

A day that lives in infamy,
Suatu hari yang hidup dalam keburukan,
in horror we behold, his passing,
Dengan ngeri kita lihat, kepergiannya,
his memory, but the truth must be told.
ingatannya, tapi kebenaran harus diceritakan.