[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]