The Funerary Dirge of a Violinist歌词

[00:18.410]Listen!
[00:19.750]Don't you hear
[00:21.590]These mad symphonies of grievance and fear?
[00:27.290]Melancholy and despair
[00:30.370]Can be sensed when we draw near.
[00:33.530]Some hear a violin sound
[00:34.900]Others hear a man moaning in tears.
[00:52.070]These fields are haunted by nature's most sombre melodies.
[00:58.910]Suicidal white noise absorbing the essence
[01:02.300]From light, mirth and vitality.
[01:07.660]These grounds haunted by
[01:09.940] Reflections from World War II…
[01:20.110]Arise!
[01:21.240]In 1941,'42 The identity of warfare on the East Front is lugubrious.
[01:29.000]There's one soldier incapable of committing sin.
[01:33.890]Kept alive by his comrades thanks to his heavenly gift,
[01:38.030]With a violin
[01:56.080]His brilliant music
[02:00.600]So beautiful and pure...
[02:04.290]Shining warmth upon every soldier.
[02:08.100]It helps them to endure.
[02:30.600]Breath-taking melodies
[02:32.870]Consuming all hate sorrow and fear.
[02:37.030]These magnificent tunes are like silk for their ears.
[02:42.560]And for a moment their pain disappears.
[03:16.800]But this moment will not last
[03:18.670]When they are baffled by another blast.
[03:20.580]The enemy is near.
[03:21.970]Rain of bullets
[03:23.040]Killing soldiers there and here.
[03:24.970]And so the instrument of peace is being silenced by the one of war.
[04:00.170]It plays the music of the dead music made of lead.
[04:38.280]I've had enough of this sickening war and it's murderous puppets!“
[04:45.960]They don't understand
[04:48.130]The language of music cannot be spoken in death.
[04:53.520]I never took a life!
[04:55.710]Maybe now is the time to take mine.
[04:58.660]In the name of music
[05:00.650]Shall I cut my wrists or hang myself high by a violin string?
[05:06.400]A symphonic suicide is what I shall bring!"
[05:16.010]The enemy lies on the other side of the field.
[05:21.340]He decides to walk straight into the fire fight,
[05:24.740]Playing this dreamlike masterpiece.
[05:26.960]Every soldier stops,
[05:29.290]Holds his breath.
[05:30.830]Not a single shot is being heard
[05:32.890]During an intro for his own death.
[05:39.100]For his own death
[06:07.110]And when the violin bow is being lowered at the end
[06:11.140]Both sides simultaneously open fire.
[06:17.590]There's the corpse of the violinist lying in mud and barbed wire.
[06:35.190]These fields are haunted by the funerary dirge of a violinist.
[06:46.540]The funerary dirge of a violinist
[06:54.360]Can't you hear his call of death?
[06:57.650]Listen!
[06:59.220]Don't you hear
[07:01.740]These mad symphonies
[07:04.330]Of grievance and fear?
[07:07.370]Melancholy and despair
[07:10.250]Can be sensed when we draw near.
[07:12.990]Some hear a violin sound...
[07:15.010]Other shear a man moaning in tears.