[00:00.000] 作词 : Stephen Crane
[01:40.10]Do not weep, maiden, for war is kind,
[01:44.31]Because your lover threw wild hands toward the sky
[01:48.19]And the affrighted steed ran on alone,
[01:51.23]Do not weep.
[01:53.25]War is kind.
[01:55.23]Hoarse, booming drums of the regiment,
[01:58.37]Little souls who thirst for fight,
[02:01.44]These men were born to drill and die.
[02:04.44]The unexplained glory flies above them.
[02:07.80]Great is the battle-god, great, and his kingdom--
[02:12.43]A field where a thousand corpses lie.
[02:18.43]Do not weep, babe, for war is kind.
[02:22.73]Because your father tumbles in the yellow trenches,
[02:26.25]Raged at his breast, gulped and died,
[02:30.75]Do not weep.
[02:32.82]War is kind.
[02:35.23]Swift blazing flag of the regiment,
[02:38.47]Eagle with crest of red and gold,
[02:41.51]These men were born to drill and die.
[02:44.60]Point for them the virtue of slaughter,
[02:47.15]Make plain to them the excellence of killing
[02:50.86]And a field where a thousand corpses lie.
[02:56.21]Mother whose heart hung humble as a button
[03:00.97]On the bright splendid shroud of your son,
[03:04.94]Do not weep.
[03:07.07]War is kind!
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