Christmas In The
Trenches：战壕圣诞
这是9·11死难者纪念音乐会演唱曲目之一。原作于第一次世界大战后，以白描的手法讲述了一个英国士兵在法国战场上度过的圣诞节：德军和英军同时在战壕里哼唱着“寂静的圣诞夜”，不同的语言但同样的曲调、相似的心情。于是，一首接着一首的圣诞歌交融在空中，士兵们跨入隔离带，交换自己的私藏，白兰地、巧克力、家人的照片------
直至清晨的来临偷走了欢乐，小伙子们再次成为敌人。------
一个简单的问题盘旋在人们心中：我们为什么要成为敌人？
Christmas In The Trenches
John McCutcheon
My name is Francis Tolliver, I come from Liverpool.
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.
To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here
I fought for King and country I love dear.
It was Christmas in the
The frozen fields of France were still, no Christmas song was sung
Our families back in England. They were toasting us that day
Their brave and glorious ladis so far away.
I was lying with my messmates on the cold and rocky ground
When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound
Says I, "Now listen up, me boys!" each soldier strained to hear
As one young German voice sang out so clear.
"He's singing bloody well, you know!" my partnersaid to me
Soon, one by one, each German voice joined in harmony
The
As Christmas brought us respite from the war
As soon as they were finished and a
"God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" struck up some lads from Kent
The next they sang was "Stille Nacht.""It's'Silent Night'"said I
And in two tongues one song filled up that sky
"There's someone coming toward us!" the front line
All sights were fixed on one long figure trudging from their side
His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shown on that plain so bright
As he, bravely, strode unarmed into the night
Soon one by one on either side walked into No Man's Land
With neither gun nor
We shared some secret brandy and we wished each other well
And in a flare-lit soccer game we gave'em hell
We traded chocolates, cigarettes, and photographs from home
These sons and fathers were far away from families of their own
Young Sanders played his squeezebox and they had a violin
This curious and unlikely band of men
Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more
With sad farewells we each begun to settle back to war
But the question haunted every heart that lived that wondrous night
"Whose family have I fixed within my sights?"
It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost was so bitter hung
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung
For the walls they'd kept between us to exact the work of war
Had been
My name is Francis Tolliver, in Liverpool I dwell
Each Christmas come since World War I, I've learned its lessons well
That the ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame
And on each end of the rifle we're the same
John McCutcheon
My name is Francis Tolliver, I come from Liverpool.
Two years ago the war was waiting for me after school.
To Belgium and to Flanders, to Germany to here
I fought for King and country I love dear.
It was Christmas in the
The frozen fields of France were still, no Christmas song was sung
Our families back in England. They were toasting us that day
Their brave and glorious lad
I was lying with my
When across the lines of battle came a most peculiar sound
Says I, "Now listen up, me boys!" each soldier strained to hear
As one young German voice sang out so clear.
"He's singing bloody well, you know!" my partner
Soon, one by one, each German voice joined in harmony
The
As Christmas brought us respite from the war
As soon as they were finished and a
"God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" struck up some lads from Kent
The next they sang was "Stille Nacht.""It's'Silent Night'"said I
And in two tongues one song filled up that sky
"There's someone coming toward us!" the front line
All sights were fixed on one long figure trudging from their side
His truce flag, like a Christmas star, shown on that plain so bright
As he, bravely, strode unarmed into the night
Soon one by one on either side walked into No Man's Land
With neither gun nor
We shared some secret brandy and we wished each other well
And in a flare-lit soccer game we gave'em hell
We traded chocolates, cigarettes, and photographs from home
These sons and fathers were far away from families of their own
Young Sanders played his squeezebox and they had a violin
This curious and unlikely band of men
Soon daylight stole upon us and France was France once more
With sad farewells we each begun to settle back to war
But the question haunted every heart that lived that wondrous night
"Whose family have I fixed within my sights?"
It was Christmas in the trenches where the frost was so bitter hung
The frozen fields of France were warmed as songs of peace were sung
For the walls they'd kept between us to exact the work of war
Had been
My name is Francis Tolliver, in Liverpool I dwell
Each Christmas come since World War I, I've learned its lessons well
That the ones who call the shots won't be among the dead and lame
And on each end of the rifle we're the same
重点词汇
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Liverpool n. 利物浦 |
trench n. 战壕 |
lad n. 青少年，小伙子 |
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frost n. 霜冻，严寒 |
toast vt. 敬酒 |
messmate n. 同餐桌的伙伴 |
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strain v. 拉紧，尽力 |
reverent a. 虔诚的 |
strike up v. 开始演奏，使开始 |
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sentry n. 岗哨 |
trudge v. 跋涉 |
truce n. 休战 |
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stride v. 大步走 |
bayonet n. 刺刀 |
crumble v. 粉碎，崩溃 |
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rifle |
cannon |
unarmed |
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