本帖最后由 云天 于 2011-6-2 04:27 PM 编辑
曾在闲地同雨儿说过要译一首诗/歌, 贴到六四线.
今晚匆匆译了一首歌, 以祭那些倒下的曾经如花的生命....
如波波所说, "I'll be there in spirit" too.
Michael Ball sings "Empty Chairs at Empty Tables"
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CJnjcX8skXk
Empty Chairs at Empty Tables
空椅空桌昨日歌
云天译
There's a grief that can't be spoken,
There's a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables,
now my friends are dead and gone.
悲哀深深啊, 我欲诉无语
伤痛绵绵啊, 我挥之不去
空荡荡的椅子围着空荡荡的桌子
如今, 我的朋友们已死去, 随风而逝
Here they talked of revolution,
here it was they lit the flame,
here they sang about tomorrow and tomorrow never came.
在这里, 他们曾谈论革命
在这里, 他们曾点燃火苗
在这里, 他们歌唱过明天, 而明天永不降临
From the table in the corner,
They could see a world reborn,
And they rose with voices ringing,
And I can hear them now;
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade, at dawn.
从墙隅的桌旁
他们看到世界的重生
他们站起来, 随着嘹亮的呼声
现在, 我听到了他们的声音;
街垒沉寂, 黎明时分
他们吟唱的歌曲
成为他们最后的话语
Oh my friends, my friends forgive me
That I live and you are gone
There's a grief that can't be spoken,
There's a pain goes on and on...
哦, 我的朋友们, 我的朋友们, 请宽恕我
我苟活着, 你们却已逝去
悲哀深深啊, 我欲诉无语
伤痛绵绵啊, 我挥之不去
Phantom faces at the window,
Phantom shadows on the floor,
Empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will meet no more.
Oh my friends, my friends don't ask me
what your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friend will sing no more.
窗边闪过幽灵的面孔
地板上恍忽幻影憧憧
空荡荡的椅子围着空荡荡的桌子
在这里, 我的朋友们不再聚在一起
哦, 我的朋友们, 我的朋友们, 请不要问我
你们的牺牲究竟是为了什么
空荡荡的椅子围在空荡荡的桌旁
在这里, 我的朋友们不再放声歌唱
不该凋零的花...
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