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  • 作词 : Blaze Bayley/Steve Harris/Janick Gers
    作曲 : Blaze Bayley/Steve Harris/Janick Gers
    Silently to silence fall
    In the fields of futile war
    Toys of death are spitting lead
    Where boys that were our soldiers bled
    Warhorse and war machine
    Curse the name of Liberty
    Marching on as if they should
    Mix in the dirt our brothers' blood
    In the mud and rain
    What are we fighting for?
    Is it worth the pain?
    Is it worth dying for?
    Who will take the blame?
    Why did they make a war?
    Questions that come again
    Should we be fighting at all?
    Once, a ploughman hitched his team
    Here he sowed his little dream
    Now bodies, arms, and legs are strewn
    Where mustard gas and barbwire bloom
    Each moment's like a year
    I've nothing left inside for tears
    Comrades dead or dying lie
    I'm left alone asking, "Why?"
    In the mud and rain
    What are we fighting for?
    Is it worth the pain?
    Is it worth dying for?
    Who will take the blame?
    Why did they make a war?
    Questions that come again
    Should we be fighting at all?
    After the war
    Left feeling no one has won
    After the war
    What does a soldier become
    War is over and battles are gone
    After the war, no one has won
    I'm just a soldier
  • 作词 : Blaze Bayley/Steve Harris/Janick Gers
    作曲 : Blaze Bayley/Steve Harris/Janick Gers
    Silently to silence fall
    In the fields of futile war
    Toys of death are spitting lead
    Where boys that were our soldiers bled
    Warhorse and war machine
    Curse the name of Liberty
    Marching on as if they should
    Mix in the dirt our brothers' blood
    In the mud and rain
    What are we fighting for?
    Is it worth the pain?
    Is it worth dying for?
    Who will take the blame?
    Why did they make a war?
    Questions that come again
    Should we be fighting at all?
    Once, a ploughman hitched his team
    Here he sowed his little dream
    Now bodies, arms, and legs are strewn
    Where mustard gas and barbwire bloom
    Each moment's like a year
    I've nothing left inside for tears
    Comrades dead or dying lie
    I'm left alone asking, "Why?"
    In the mud and rain
    What are we fighting for?
    Is it worth the pain?
    Is it worth dying for?
    Who will take the blame?
    Why did they make a war?
    Questions that come again
    Should we be fighting at all?
    After the war
    Left feeling no one has won
    After the war
    What does a soldier become
    War is over and battles are gone
    After the war, no one has won
    I'm just a soldier