Hanging On The Wire

Walker sees the mist rise
沃克看見霧氣漫起
Over no man's land
飄散在死寂的土地
He sees in front of him
在他面前所見到的
A smashed-up wasteground
是一片支離破碎的荒土
There are no fields or trees
這兒看不見農田或是樹木
No blades of grass
也沒有鮮嫩草葉
Just unhurried ghosts are there
有的只是那些得不到安葬的遊魂
Hanging in the wire
掛在鐵絲網上
Walker's in the wire
沃克在鐵絲網裡
Limbs point upwards
四腳朝天
There are no birds singing
這兒沒有鳥兒唱起
The white cliffs of Dover
“多佛的白崖”
There are no trees to sing from
沒有樹讓它們安心歌唱
Walker cannot hear the wind
沃克聽不到風中
Far-off symphony
遙遠的交響曲
To hear the guns beginning
他只聽見了開火的聲音
Walker's in the mist
沃克身在一團霧中
Rising over no man's land
瀰漫濃霧的死寂之地
In the battered wasteground
在這片殘破的荒土上
Hear the guns firing
聽到了槍聲響起