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作词 : Jacques Brel/E. B. Marks/Brel-Clayre |
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作曲 : Jacques Brel/E. B. Marks/Brel-Clayre |
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Why all these bugles crying |
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For squads of young men drilled |
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To kill and to be killed |
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And waiting by this train? |
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Why the orders loud and hoarse |
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Why the engine's groaning cough |
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As it strains to drag us off |
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Into the holocaust? |
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Why crowds who sing and cry |
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And shout and fling us flowers |
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And trade their right for ours |
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To murder and to die? |
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The dove has torn her wings |
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So no more songs of love |
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We are not here to sing |
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We're here to kill the dove |
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Why has this moment come |
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When childhood has to die |
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When hope shrinks to a sigh |
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And speech into a drum? |
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Why are they pale and still |
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Young boys trained overnight |
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Conscripts forced to fight |
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And dressed in gray to kill? |
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These rain clouds massing tight |
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This train load battle bound |
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This moving burial ground sent |
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Thundering toward the night |
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The dove has torn her wings |
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So no more songs of love |
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We are not here to sing |
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We're here to kill the dove |
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Why statues towering brave |
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Above the last defeat |
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Old word and lies repeat |
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Across the new made grave? |
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Why the same still birth |
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That victory always brought |
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These hoards of glory bought |
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By men with mouths of earth? |
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Dead ash without a spark |
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Where cities glittered bright |
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For guns probe every light |
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And crush it in the dark |
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The dove has torn her wings |
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So no more songs of love |
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We are not here to sing |
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We're here to kill the dove |
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And why your face undone |
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With jagged lines of tears |
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That gave in those first years |
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All peace I ever won? |
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Your body in the gloom |
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The platform fading back |
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Your shadow on the track |
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A flower on a tomb |
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And why these days ahead |
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When I must let you cry |
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And live prepared to die |
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As if our love were dead? |
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The dove has torn her wings |
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So no more songs of love |
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We are not here to sing |
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We're here to kill the dove |
