In Flanders Fields

[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.

[00:00.000]	zuò cí : John McCrae
[00:00.086]	zuò qǔ : Joakim Brodé n
[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.