Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen. Beethoven - Symphony No.7 - 2nd Movement (excerpt). 歌词

歌曲	Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen. Beethoven - Symphony No.7 - 2nd Movement (excerpt).
歌手	Ben Whishaw
专辑	Words For You
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[00:17.62]	Bent double， like old beggars under sacks，
[00:21.26]	Knock-kneed， coughing like hags， we cursed through sludge，
[00:26.75]	Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
[00:30.82]	And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
[00:35.75]	Men marched asleep.
[00:39.27]	Many had lost their boots.
[00:40.44]	But limped on， blood-shod.
[00:44.57]	All went lame； all blind；
[00:48.08]	Drunk with fatigue； deaf even to the hoots
[00:51.68]	of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
[00:55.71]	Gas！ Gas！ Quick， boys！ - An ecstasy of fumbling，
[01:00.28]	Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time；
[01:03.18]	But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
[01:05.52]	And floundering like a man in fire or lime ……
[01:08.90]	Dim， through the misty panes and thick green light，
[01:12.11]	As under a green sea， I saw him drowning.
[01:18.35]	In all my dreams， before my helpless sight，
[01:22.40]	He plunges at me， guttering， choking， drowning.
[01:31.34]	If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
[01:34.44]	Behind the wagon that we flung him in，
[01:37.11]	And watch the white eyes writhing in his face，
[01:40.24]	His hanging face， like a devil's sick of sin；
[01:44.71]	If you could hear， at every jolt， the blood
[01:48.16]	Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs，
[01:51.63]	Obscene as cancer， bitter as the cud of vile，
[01:55.24]	Incurable sores on innocent tongues，
[01:58.56]	My friend， you would not tell with such high zest
[02:02.92]	To children ardent for some desperate glory，
[02:07.76]	The old Lie： Dulce et decorum est
[02:12.25]	Pro patria mori.
[02:17.48]

[00:17.62]	Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
[00:21.26]	Knockkneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
[00:26.75]	Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
[00:30.82]	And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
[00:35.75]	Men marched asleep.
[00:39.27]	Many had lost their boots.
[00:40.44]	But limped on, bloodshod.
[00:44.57]	All went lame all blind
[00:48.08]	Drunk with fatigue deaf even to the hoots
[00:51.68]	of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
[00:55.71]	Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! An ecstasy of fumbling,
[01:00.28]	Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time
[01:03.18]	But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
[01:05.52]	And floundering like a man in fire or lime
[01:08.90]	Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
[01:12.11]	As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
[01:18.35]	In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
[01:22.40]	He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
[01:31.34]	If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
[01:34.44]	Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
[01:37.11]	And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
[01:40.24]	His hanging face, like a devil' s sick of sin
[01:44.71]	If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
[01:48.16]	Come gargling from the frothcorrupted lungs,
[01:51.63]	Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud of vile,
[01:55.24]	Incurable sores on innocent tongues,
[01:58.56]	My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
[02:02.92]	To children ardent for some desperate glory,
[02:07.76]	The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
[02:12.25]	Pro patria mori.
[02:17.48]

[00:17.62]	Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
[00:21.26]	Knockkneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
[00:26.75]	Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
[00:30.82]	And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
[00:35.75]	Men marched asleep.
[00:39.27]	Many had lost their boots.
[00:40.44]	But limped on, bloodshod.
[00:44.57]	All went lame all blind
[00:48.08]	Drunk with fatigue deaf even to the hoots
[00:51.68]	of disappointed shells that dropped behind.
[00:55.71]	Gas! Gas! Quick, boys! An ecstasy of fumbling,
[01:00.28]	Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time
[01:03.18]	But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
[01:05.52]	And floundering like a man in fire or lime
[01:08.90]	Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
[01:12.11]	As under a green sea, I saw him drowning.
[01:18.35]	In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
[01:22.40]	He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
[01:31.34]	If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
[01:34.44]	Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
[01:37.11]	And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
[01:40.24]	His hanging face, like a devil' s sick of sin
[01:44.71]	If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
[01:48.16]	Come gargling from the frothcorrupted lungs,
[01:51.63]	Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud of vile,
[01:55.24]	Incurable sores on innocent tongues,
[01:58.56]	My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
[02:02.92]	To children ardent for some desperate glory,
[02:07.76]	The old Lie: Dulce et decorum est
[02:12.25]	Pro patria mori.
[02:17.48]

[00:17.62]	深深地弯下腰，就像压在麻包下的老乞丐，
[00:21.26]	双膝跪下，象丑陋的老太婆在咳嗽，我们用泥巴诅咒，
[00:26.75]	直到闪耀的火光浮现，我们才背转身，
[00:30.82]	向着我们遥远的憩息处开始跋涉。
[00:35.75]	人们在昏昏欲睡中行军。
[00:39.27]	许多人丢掉了鞋子，
[00:40.44]	但却瘸行，穿着带血的鞋。
[00:44.57]	都变瘸了，都失去了控制；
[00:48.08]	饥饿地喝水；全然听不见大声的叫嚣；
[00:51.68]	将失望远远丢在身后。
[00:55.71]	救命！救命！快，孩子们——经过一种疯狂的
[01:00.28]	摸索之后，笨拙的“救火员”们刚好及时赶到。
[01:03.18]	但是仍有人在呼救，在蹒跚、在挣扎，
[01:05.52]	就好像有一个人被抛进了燃烧的大火或沸腾的石灰浆中。
[01:08.90]	屋外灰蒙蒙一片，透过挂满露珠的窗玻璃和窗外泛着浓绿色的光线，
[01:12.11]	我看到他淹没在绿色的海洋里。
[01:18.35]	在我所有的梦中，在我感到无助和恐怖的时刻，
[01:22.40]	他总是冲向我，一会儿在水中左右摇摆、挣扎，一会儿又被水淹没，还不时地发出嘶哑的呼叫。
[01:31.34]	在一些令人窒息的梦中，我们把他抛进了一辆囚车，
[01:34.44]	如果你能紧紧地跟在囚车后面，
[01:37.11]	望着他的脸上白色的眼珠不停地转动，
[01:40.24]	他的一张吊死鬼的脸，就像恶魔一样可怖。
[01:44.71]	在囚车的每一次电波中，
[01:48.16]	如果你能听到鲜血从污染的肺叶中喷出，
[01:51.63]	这颗肺就像患了癌一样令人可怖，
[01:55.24]	就像从口中吐出的血块一样令人感到痛苦、窒息。
[01:58.56]	——我的朋友，你不能怀着高涨的热情，
[02:02.92]	向狂热的孩子们讲述这些骇人听闻的故事。
[02:07.76]	还是这句古老的格言说得好：
[02:12.25]	为祖国牺牲愉快而又光荣。（Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori - it is sweet and right to die for your country.）

Dulce Et Decorum Est by Wilfred Owen. Beethoven - Symphony No.7 - 2nd Movement (excerpt). 歌词

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