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A song was heard in China
in the city of Beijing.
In the spring of 1989
you could hear the people sing.
And it was the song of freedom
that was ringing in the square,
the world could feel the passion of
the people gathered there.
Oh children, blood is on the square.
For many nights and many days,
waiting in the square.
"To build a better nation"
was the song that echoed there.
"For we are China’s children,
we love our native land,
for brotherhood and freedom
we are joining hand in hand."
Oh children, blood is on the square.
Then came the People’s army
with trucks and tanks and guns.
The government was frightened
of their daughters and their sons.
But in the square was courage and
a vision true and fair,
the Army of the People would not harm
the young ones there.
Oh children, blood is on the square.
On June the 3rd in China,
in the spring of ’89,
an order came from high above
and passed on down the line.
The soldiers opened fire,
young people bled and died,
the blood of thousands on the square
that lies can never hide.
Oh children, blood is on the square.
For four more days of fury
the people faced the guns.
How many thousands slaughtered
when their grisly work was done?
they quickly burned the bodies
to hide their coward’s shame,
but blood is thick upon their hands and
darkness on their names.
Oh children, blood is on the square.
There are tears that flow in China
for her children that are gone.
There is fear and there is hiding,
for the killing still goes on.
And the iron hand of terror can
buy silence for today,
but the blood that lies upon the square
cannot be washed away.
Oh children, blood is on the square.
啊，孩子
菲力浦．摩根 詞曲 圖雅 譯
一支歌激盪了中國
一支歌唱遍了北京
在春天，一九八九
廣場上響徹人的聲音
世界來到人群聚集的廣場
去傾聽那自由之歌
啊，孩子！
熱血在廣場上沸騰的日日夜夜
廣場上等待的眼睛
未來應該更好
請唱出你內心的聲音
中國的孩子
手握在一起
為了中國，自由，為了人
啊，孩子！
熱血在廣場上沸騰
軍隊開進了廣場
坦克和裝甲車揚起炮筒
政府害怕了
怕人民的兒女，怕自己的公民
但這樣還說不傷人叫誰相信，
世界上哪能有這樣的公平？
啊，孩子！
熱血在廣場上沸騰
在那個六四
一九八九的暮春
一個信號發出了
死亡令如毒蛇蜿延而行
火從槍口噴出，
十里長街，倒下年輕的軀體
啊，孩子！
熱血在廣場上流盡
黑夜接續白天
槍口對著生命
多少人被卑鄙地屠殺？
卑鄙的屠殺何時能停？
殺人者藏不住
他們的骯髒的名字
啊，孩子，
歷史將記得鮮血在長街上流盡
淚水在流
心在痛
鎮壓繼續著
被驅散的人群隱蔽了聲音
恐怖只能造成片刻的無言，
鮮血卻印刷了永久的證明
啊，孩子！
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