[00:00.000] 作词 : John McCrae
[00:00.086] 作曲 : Joakim Brodén
[00:00.172]In Flanders fields the poppies blow
[00:07.340]Between the crosses, row on row,
[00:14.531]That mark our place; and in the sky
[00:21.822]The larks, still bravely singing, fly
[00:29.238]Scarce heard amid the guns below.
[00:36.312]
[00:36.462]We are the Dead. Short days ago
[00:43.645]We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
[00:51.068]Loved and were loved, and now we lie
[00:58.175]In Flanders fields.
[01:05.367]
[01:05.537]Take up our quarrel with the foe:
[01:12.754]To you from failing hands we throw
[01:19.829]The torch; be yours to hold it high.
[01:27.430]If ye break faith with us who die
[01:34.366]We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
[01:40.795]In Flanders fields.