Kemarin sambil berjalan,
Beneath an overpass,
Di bawah jembatan layang,
I saw the figure of Jesus,
Saya melihat sosok Yesus,
Standing barefoot on broken glass.
Berdiri tanpa alas kaki di pecahan kaca.
His beard was graying,
Janggutnya beruban,
The smell of urine filled the air,
Bau urin memenuhi udara,
Asking if I had some change,
Menanyakan apakah saya memiliki beberapa perubahan,
Anything that I could spare.
Apa pun yang bisa saya luangkan
Emaciated,
Kurus,
His shaking fists balled up,
Tangannya yang gemetar mengepalkan,
Influenza and pneumonia,
Influenza dan pneumonia,
Begging God to take his cup.
Memohon Tuhan untuk mengambil cawannya.
So different from his pictures,
Begitu berbeda dengan fotonya,
Breathing air through yellowed tubes,
Menghirup udara melalui tabung yang menguning,
Jesus Christ, dying of AIDS,
Yesus Kristus, sekarat karena AIDS,
Can look right through you.
Bisa melihat ke kanan melalui Anda.
And all have hated,
Dan semua membenci,
Crucified and walked away,
Disalibkan dan berjalan pergi,
The Savior of the prostitutes,
Juruselamat para pelacur,
Drunkards, rapists, and the gays.
Pemabuk, pemerkosa, dan gay.
Under bridges,
Di bawah jembatan,
With hands raised,
Dengan mengangkat tangan,
From the ghettos they praise his name.
Dari ghetto mereka memuji namanya.
Broke and crippled in the dark of night,
Broke dan lumpuh di kegelapan malam,
Raise your voices to Jesus Christ,
Angkat suara Anda kepada Yesus Kristus,
Hallelujah.
Haleluya.