歌曲 | James Connolly |
歌手 | Wolfe Tones |
专辑 | Let the People Sing |
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[00:00.000] | 作曲 : Traditional |
[00:02.77] | The man was all shot through that came to day into the Barrack Square |
[00:08.24] | And a soldier I, I am not proud to say that we killed him there |
[00:13.97] | They brought him from the prison hospital and to see him in that chair |
[00:18.34] | I swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a man to prayer |
[00:24.94] | Maybe, maybe I don't understand this thing that makes these rebels die |
[00:31.50] | Yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the sky |
[00:37.11] | I wouldn't do this deed again for all that I hold by |
[00:41.01] | As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a soldier I |
[00:48.14] | They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest |
[00:52.67] | A lover of the poor-his wounds ill dresse d |
[00:58.13] | He faced us like a man who knew a greater pain |
[01:02.19] | Than blows or bullets ere the word began: died he in vain |
[01:10.50] | Ready, Present, and him just smiling, Christ I felt my rifle shake |
[01:17.45] | His wounds all open and around his chair a pool of blood |
[01:23.51] | And I swear his lips said, "fire" before my rifle shot that cursed lead |
[01:31.58] | And I, I was picked to kill a man like that, James Connolly |
[01:48.08] | A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham. |
[01:54.78] | With their heads all uncovered, they knelt on the ground. |
[02:03.89] | For inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish Soldier. |
[02:11.42] | His life for his country about to lay down. |
[02:19.82] | He went to his death like a true son of Ireland. |
[02:27.24] | The firing party, he bravely did face. |
[02:35.99] | Then the order ran out present arms and fire. |
[02:43.12] | James Connolly fell into a ready made grave. |
[02:51.99] | The black flag was hoisted the cruel deed was over |
[02:59.60] | Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well. |
[03:08.44] | There was many's a sad heart in Dublin that morning. |
[03:15.61] | When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish Rebel. |
[03:33.34] | God's curse on you, England, you cruel-hearted monster |
[03:41.09] | Your deeds they would shame all the devils in hell. |
[03:49.67] | There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing |
[03:57.38] | On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel! |
[04:06.70] | Many years have gone by since the Irish Rebellion. |
[04:13.55] | When the guns of Britannia so loudly did speak. |
[04:22.64] | When the bold IRA they stood shoulder to shoulder. |
[04:29.90] | As the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville Street. |
[04:38.68] | The Four Courts of Dublin the English Bombarded. |
[04:46.52] | Our spirit of freedom they tried hard to quell. |
[04:55.10] | But above all the din came the cry, "No surrender!" |
[05:05.31] | 'Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel! |
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[00:00.000] | zuo qu : Traditional |
[00:02.77] | The man was all shot through that came to day into the Barrack Square |
[00:08.24] | And a soldier I, I am not proud to say that we killed him there |
[00:13.97] | They brought him from the prison hospital and to see him in that chair |
[00:18.34] | I swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a man to prayer |
[00:24.94] | Maybe, maybe I don' t understand this thing that makes these rebels die |
[00:31.50] | Yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the sky |
[00:37.11] | I wouldn' t do this deed again for all that I hold by |
[00:41.01] | As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a soldier I |
[00:48.14] | They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest |
[00:52.67] | A lover of the poorhis wounds ill dresse d |
[00:58.13] | He faced us like a man who knew a greater pain |
[01:02.19] | Than blows or bullets ere the word began: died he in vain |
[01:10.50] | Ready, Present, and him just smiling, Christ I felt my rifle shake |
[01:17.45] | His wounds all open and around his chair a pool of blood |
[01:23.51] | And I swear his lips said, " fire" before my rifle shot that cursed lead |
[01:31.58] | And I, I was picked to kill a man like that, James Connolly |
[01:48.08] | A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham. |
[01:54.78] | With their heads all uncovered, they knelt on the ground. |
[02:03.89] | For inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish Soldier. |
[02:11.42] | His life for his country about to lay down. |
[02:19.82] | He went to his death like a true son of Ireland. |
[02:27.24] | The firing party, he bravely did face. |
[02:35.99] | Then the order ran out present arms and fire. |
[02:43.12] | James Connolly fell into a ready made grave. |
[02:51.99] | The black flag was hoisted the cruel deed was over |
[02:59.60] | Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well. |
[03:08.44] | There was many' s a sad heart in Dublin that morning. |
[03:15.61] | When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish Rebel. |
[03:33.34] | God' s curse on you, England, you cruelhearted monster |
[03:41.09] | Your deeds they would shame all the devils in hell. |
[03:49.67] | There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing |
[03:57.38] | On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel! |
[04:06.70] | Many years have gone by since the Irish Rebellion. |
[04:13.55] | When the guns of Britannia so loudly did speak. |
[04:22.64] | When the bold IRA they stood shoulder to shoulder. |
[04:29.90] | As the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville Street. |
[04:38.68] | The Four Courts of Dublin the English Bombarded. |
[04:46.52] | Our spirit of freedom they tried hard to quell. |
[04:55.10] | But above all the din came the cry, " No surrender!" |
[05:05.31] | ' Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel! |
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[00:00.000] | zuò qǔ : Traditional |
[00:02.77] | The man was all shot through that came to day into the Barrack Square |
[00:08.24] | And a soldier I, I am not proud to say that we killed him there |
[00:13.97] | They brought him from the prison hospital and to see him in that chair |
[00:18.34] | I swear his smile would, would far more quickly call a man to prayer |
[00:24.94] | Maybe, maybe I don' t understand this thing that makes these rebels die |
[00:31.50] | Yet all men love freedom and the spring clear in the sky |
[00:37.11] | I wouldn' t do this deed again for all that I hold by |
[00:41.01] | As I gazed down my rifle at his breast but then, then a soldier I |
[00:48.14] | They say he was different, kindly too apart from all the rest |
[00:52.67] | A lover of the poorhis wounds ill dresse d |
[00:58.13] | He faced us like a man who knew a greater pain |
[01:02.19] | Than blows or bullets ere the word began: died he in vain |
[01:10.50] | Ready, Present, and him just smiling, Christ I felt my rifle shake |
[01:17.45] | His wounds all open and around his chair a pool of blood |
[01:23.51] | And I swear his lips said, " fire" before my rifle shot that cursed lead |
[01:31.58] | And I, I was picked to kill a man like that, James Connolly |
[01:48.08] | A great crowd had gathered outside of Kilmainham. |
[01:54.78] | With their heads all uncovered, they knelt on the ground. |
[02:03.89] | For inside that grim prison lay a brave Irish Soldier. |
[02:11.42] | His life for his country about to lay down. |
[02:19.82] | He went to his death like a true son of Ireland. |
[02:27.24] | The firing party, he bravely did face. |
[02:35.99] | Then the order ran out present arms and fire. |
[02:43.12] | James Connolly fell into a ready made grave. |
[02:51.99] | The black flag was hoisted the cruel deed was over |
[02:59.60] | Gone was the man who loved Ireland so well. |
[03:08.44] | There was many' s a sad heart in Dublin that morning. |
[03:15.61] | When they murdered James Connolly, the Irish Rebel. |
[03:33.34] | God' s curse on you, England, you cruelhearted monster |
[03:41.09] | Your deeds they would shame all the devils in hell. |
[03:49.67] | There are no flowers blooming but the shamrock is growing |
[03:57.38] | On the grave of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel! |
[04:06.70] | Many years have gone by since the Irish Rebellion. |
[04:13.55] | When the guns of Britannia so loudly did speak. |
[04:22.64] | When the bold IRA they stood shoulder to shoulder. |
[04:29.90] | As the blood from their bodies flowed down Sackville Street. |
[04:38.68] | The Four Courts of Dublin the English Bombarded. |
[04:46.52] | Our spirit of freedom they tried hard to quell. |
[04:55.10] | But above all the din came the cry, " No surrender!" |
[05:05.31] | ' Twas the voice of James Connolly, the Irish Rebel! |
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[00:02.77] | 这名男人被枪决的这一天,我来到了军营广场。 |
[00:08.24] | 作为一个士兵,我一点不觉得杀掉他是件光彩的事 |
[00:13.97] | 他们把他从监狱医院带出来,放在那张椅子上 |
[00:18.34] | 我敢说,他脸上的微笑一定会让人觉得有神圣感 |
[00:24.94] | 也许,也许我不明白让这些叛军被判死刑的罪状 |
[00:31.50] | 然而,所有的人都热爱着自由和春天那清澈的苍穹 |
[00:37.11] | 为了我所坚信的一切,我不会再做这种事了 |
[00:41.01] | 可当我在他的面前举着我的步枪时,我只不过是个士兵 |
[00:48.14] | 人们说他与众不同,比其他人都要和蔼可亲 |
[00:52.67] | 一个关爱着穷人们的人——正在被伤口和疾病所折磨 |
[00:58.13] | 可他像是知道一种比这更大的痛苦 |
[01:02.19] | 子弹上膛的声音之后是那一句:“判他死刑 |
[01:10.50] | 预备,举枪”,而他只是微笑着,天哪,我的步枪在颤抖着 |
[01:17.45] | 他的伤口迸发出鲜血,在他的椅子旁流成了一个血池 |
[01:23.51] | 我敢肯定,他嘴唇挤出了一句,“开火”——在我的向那位“该死的领头人”开枪之前 |
[01:31.58] | 而正是我,被选中去杀了一个这样的人,詹姆斯·康诺利 |
[01:48.08] | 一大群人聚集在基尔曼哈姆外。 |
[01:54.78] | 他们把帽子脱下,双膝跪在地上。 |
[02:03.89] | 因为那可怕的监狱里沉眠着一个勇敢的爱尔兰战士。 |
[02:11.42] | 他为他的祖国,献出了宝贵的生命。 |
[02:19.82] | 他面对自己的死亡,像一个真正的爱尔兰子民。 |
[02:27.24] | 面对着行刑队,他无所畏惧。 |
[02:35.99] | 随着一声令下,长枪火光乍现。 |
[02:43.12] | 詹姆斯康诺利倒进了准备的坟墓里。 |
[02:51.99] | 黑旗被缓缓升起,残忍行径已然结束。 |
[02:59.60] | 那个深深地爱着爱尔兰的人已然逝去。 |
[03:08.44] | 都柏林的那天早上,悲伤充满人们心间。 |
[03:15.61] | 因为他们杀害了詹姆斯康诺利,伟大的爱尔兰反抗者。 |
[03:33.34] | 愿上帝诅咒你,英帝国,你这冷酷无情的怪物。 |
[03:41.09] | 你的行径令地狱里的所有恶魔蒙羞。 |
[03:49.67] | 没有鲜花盛开,但三叶草生长着 |
[03:57.38] | 在詹姆斯康诺利的坟墓上,爱尔兰的反抗者! |
[04:06.70] | 距爱尔兰起义已经过了许多年。 |
[04:13.55] | 不列颠人的炮火吵闹地叫嚣着。 |
[04:22.64] | 无畏的共和军战士们肩并肩地英勇战斗。 |
[04:29.90] | 他们的血沿着萨克维尔街流淌。 |
[04:38.68] | 英国人炸毁了都柏林的四法院。 |
[04:46.52] | 他们试图毁灭我们的自由精神。 |
[04:55.10] | 但在人群的哭喊之上传来一声,“绝不投降!” |
[05:05.31] | 是詹姆斯康诺利的声音,那个爱尔兰反抗者! |