当血与火已变成歌声
本来只是在睡觉前最后上网看看新闻,可是却看到了赵紫阳去世的消息,看在一个
网页中又一次听到了赵在1989年5月18日在天安门广场上那辛酸的'我们老了,无所
谓了,你们还年轻'的最后道白.一时间那血与火的一幕幕旧事又那样清晰的浮现眼
前恍若昨天又好象遥远的已经是人类史前的传说.还是忍不住想敲些文字记录一下
自己现在的心情.于是找出blood on square,在那舒缓的轻吟下敲着敲着.
十五年过去了,江山固然形容全非,人事更是早已参商陆离.一个在那个春天处在风
浪尖头的老人在渡过了十五个软禁的岁月之后就这样平淡无声的走了,走了,走到
天国去享受他应得的休息和宁静.宁静,是的,我相信那可敬的老人的心里是宁静的,
毕竟他当年做出的是无怨无悔的选择.而这份宁静便是命运对他最好的报答了.
我们确实还年轻,我们还再苦苦的迷茫中如夜疾行.
若热血可换来自由.......
是的, 若热血可换来自由.......
若热血可换来自由, 我不知道我会做什么,真的,我不知道.真的不知道.也许, 若热血
可换来自由,我,我什么都不做.
jonathan
2005/01/17
BLOOD IS ON THE SQUARE
words and music by Phillip 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.
