In Guernica

	作词 : Rosten
	In Guernica the dead children were layed out in order on the sidewalk
	In their white starched dresses
	In their pitiful white dresses
	On their foreheads and breasts the little round holes where death came in as thunder while they were playing their important summer games
	Do not weep for them, Madre
	They are gone forever, the little ones
	Straight to heaven to the saints
	And God will fill the bullet holes with candy

	zuò cí : Rosten
	In Guernica the dead children were layed out in order on the sidewalk
	In their white starched dresses
	In their pitiful white dresses
	On their foreheads and breasts the little round holes where death came in as thunder while they were playing their important summer games
	Do not weep for them, Madre
	They are gone forever, the little ones
	Straight to heaven to the saints
	And God will fill the bullet holes with candy