There’s a grief that can’t be spoken.
There’s a pain goes on and on.
Empty chairs at empty tables
Now my friends are dead and gone.
有一种悲伤说不出口,
有一种痛将延续很久。
空空的桌子空空的椅,
朋友们逝者已逝,走者已走。
Here they talked of revolution.
Here it was they lit the flame.
Here they sang about `tomorrow’
And tomorrow never came.
在这里他们谈论革命,
在这里他们燃起火焰。
在这里他们歌唱明天,
但明天从没有来到眼前。
From the table in the corner
They could see a world reborn
And they rose with voices ringing
I can hear them now!
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade at dawn.