广场上的鲜血 菲力浦.摩根(词曲) 图雅译

　　一支歌激荡了中国
　　一支歌唱遍了北京
　　在春天，一九八九
　　广场上响彻人的声音
　　世界来到人群聚集的广场
　　去倾听那自由之歌

　　啊，孩子！
　　热血在广场上沸腾的日日夜夜

　　广场上等待的眼睛
　　未来应该更好
　　请唱出你内心的声音
　　中国的孩子
　　手握在一起
　　为了中国，自由，为了人

　　啊，孩子！
　　热血在广场上沸腾

　　军队开进了广场
　　坦克和装甲车扬起炮筒
　　政府害怕了
　　怕人民的儿女，怕自己的公民
　　但这样还说不伤人叫谁相信，
　　世界上哪能有这样的公平？

　　啊，孩子！
　　热血在广场上沸腾

　　在那个六四
　　一九八九的暮春
　　一个信号发出了
　　死亡令如毒蛇蜿延而行
　　火从枪口喷出，
　　十里长街，倒下年轻的躯体

　　啊，孩子！
　　热血在广场上流尽

　　黑夜接续白天
　　枪口对着生命
　　多少人被卑鄙地屠杀？
　　卑鄙的屠杀何时能停？
　　杀人者藏不住
　　他们的肮脏的名字

　　啊，孩子，
　　历史将记得鲜血在长街上流尽

　　泪水在流
　　心在痛
　　镇压继续着
　　被驱散的人群隐蔽了声音
　　恐怖只能造成片刻的无言，
　　鲜血却印刷了永久的证明

　　啊，孩子！
　　我们记得，你的名字是用鲜血写成

　　BLOOD IS ON THE SQUARE

　　words and music by Philip Morgan

　　A song was heard in China
　　in the city of Beijing.
　　In the spring of 1989
　　you could hear the people sing.
　　And it was the song of freedom
　　that was ringing in the square,
　　the world could feel the passion of
　　the people gathered there.

　　Oh children, blood is on the square.

　　For many nights and many days,
　　waiting in the square.
　　"To build a better nation"
　　was the song that echoed there.
　　"For we are China’s children,
　　we love our native land,
　　for brotherhood and freedom
　　we are joining hand in hand."

　　Oh children, blood is on the square.

　　Then came the People’s army
　　with trucks and tanks and guns.
　　The government was frightened
　　of their daughters and their sons.
　　But in the square was courage and
　　a vision true and fair,
　　the Army of the People would not harm
　　the young ones there.

　　Oh children, blood is on the square.

　　On June the 3rd in China,
　　in the spring of ’89,
　　an order came from high above
　　and passed on down the line.
　　The soldiers opened fire,
　　young people bled and died,
　　the blood of thousands on the square
　　that lies can never hide.

　　Oh children, blood is on the square.

　　For four more days of fury
　　the people faced the guns.
　　How many thousands slaughtered
　　when their grisly work was done?
　　they quickly burned the bodies
　　to hide their coward’s shame,
　　but blood is thick upon their hands and
　　darkness on their names.

　　Oh children, blood is on the square.

　　There are tears that flow in China
　　for her children that are gone.
　　There is fear and there is hiding,
　　for the killing still goes on.
　　And the iron hand of terror can
　　buy silence for today,
　　but the blood that lies upon the square
　　cannot be washed away.

　　Oh children, blood is on the square.