War Is Kind

Song War Is Kind
Artist French Teen Idol
Album El Siete Es La Luz

Lyrics

[00:00.00] 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!
[03:09.70]

Pinyin

[00:00.00] zuò cí : 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 battlegod, 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!
[03:09.70]