And the Band Played Waltzing Matilda

Now when I was a young man I carried me pack
當我還是個背著行囊的年輕人時
And I lived the free life of a rover
生活無憂無慮，自由自在
From the Murray's green basin to the dusty outback
從繆裡的綠色盆地到塵土飛揚的內陸
Well, I waltzed my Matilda all over
我背著行囊一路流浪
Then in 1915, my country said son
1915年，祖國告訴我
It's time you stopped rambling
是時候結束流浪了
There's work to be done
你還有職責未盡
So they gave me a tin hat
於是他們給了我一頂鋼盔
And they gave me a gun
和一把步槍
And they marched me away to the war
接著將我送進了戰場
And the band played Waltzing Matilda
樂隊奏響了“叢林遊蕩”
As the ship pulled away from the Quay
艦船駛離了港口
And amidst all the cheers
在所有的歡呼聲中
The flag-waving and tears
旗幟高高飄揚，淚水遮蔽雙眼
We sailed off for Gallipoli
我們駛向加里波利
And how well I remember that terrible day
我還記得那可怕的一天
How our blood stained the sand and the water
同伴們的鮮血染紅了海水和沙灘
And of how in that hell that they called Suvla Bay
就在叫做蘇沃拉的的海灣中
We were butchered like lambs at the slaughter
我們如同羔羊一樣任人宰割
Johnny Turk he was waiting
土耳其人已準備就緒
He'd primed himself well
等待著我們的到來
He showered us with ******s
他們用子彈迎接我們
And he rained us with shell
砲彈像雨點一樣打來
And in five minutes flat
僅僅在五分鐘之內
He'd blown us all straight to hell
我們幾乎被炸死
Nearly blew us right back to Australia
差點就直接回到澳大利亞了
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
樂隊奏響了“叢林遊蕩”
When we stopped to bury our slain
我們停下來埋葬死者
We buried ours
我們埋葬我們的
And the Turks buried theirs
土耳其人埋葬他們的
Then we started all over again
然後我們又重新開始
And those that were left
掩埋那些戰死的士兵
Wellwe tried to survive
我們會盡力存活
In that mad world of blood
在那由鮮血構成的瘋狂世界
Death and fire
存在的只有戰爭和死亡
And for ten weary weeks I kept myself alive
十個星期後疲憊的我依舊存活
Though around me the corpses piled higher
儘管身旁的屍體越積越高
Then a big Turkish shell knocked me arse over head
接著一枚砲彈在我身旁爆炸
And when I woke up in my hospital bed
醒來時，我已躺在醫院的床上
And saw what it had done
看到了那枚砲彈帶來的後果
Well I wished I was dead:
我真希望，我就在那時死去
Never knew there was worse things than dyin'
從未想過還有比死亡更糟糕的事
For I'll go no more waltzing Matilda
我不能在那遠方的
All around the green bush far and free
自由的綠色灌木叢附近
To hang tent and pegs
自由自在地遊蕩了
A man needs both legs-no more waltzing Matilda for me
一個人需要健全的雙腿才能繼續遊蕩
So they gathered the crippled
所以他們把瘸子和殘廢的士兵
The wounded, the maimed, and they shipped us back home to Australia
以及傷員一起運回了澳大利亞
The legless, the armless
那些失去雙腿的、失去雙臂的
The blind
失去視力的
The insane
失去理智的士兵
Those proud wounded heroes of Suvla
就是蘇沃拉戰役受傷的英雄
And as our ship pulled into Circular Quay
當船駛入環形碼頭時
I looked at the place where me legs used to be
我看了看我雙腿曾在的位置
And thanked Christ there was nobody waiting for me
感激上帝並沒有人等待著我的歸來
To grieve
沒有人會因我悲傷
To mourn
沒有人會為我哀悼
And to pity
沒有人會為我感到遺憾
But the band played Waltzing Matilda
樂隊奏響了“叢林流浪”
As they carried us down the gangway
他們把我
But nobody cheered
但無人再像以前那樣歡呼
They just stood and stared
他們只是站在原地，雙眼凝視著
Then they turned all their faces away
接著轉身離開了我
And so now every April
每年四月的紀念日
I sit on me porch
我都坐在陽台上
And I watch the parades pass before me
看著漸行漸遠的人群
And I see my old comrades
我看到了我的戰友
How proudly they march
驕傲自豪地邁步前進
Reviving old dreams of past glories
喚醒了我對於榮譽的舊夢
And the old men march slowly
我看到老兵緩慢地邁步前進
Old bones stiff and sore
骨頭僵硬又酸痛
The forgotten heroes of a forgotten war
他們是被遺忘的戰爭的遺忘英雄們
And the young people ask
年輕人問到
What are they marching for? ...
他們為何邁步前進
And I ask myself the same question
我也問了自己同樣的問題
But the band plays Waltzing Matilda
當樂隊奏響“叢林流浪”時
And the old men still answer the call
老兵依然回應著那歌聲
But as year follows year
但隨著時光的流逝
More old men disappear
更多的老兵逝去
Someday no one will march there at all
也許某天沒有人來紀念那一天
'Waltzing Matilda, Waltzing Matilda
“背上行囊去流浪，背上行囊去流浪”
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me?
“誰來跟我一起背上行囊去流浪？ ”
And their ghosts may be heard as they march by that billabong,
行軍經過死水潭時，逝者的亡魂也會聽到這歌聲吧
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda with me ?'
“誰來跟我一起背上行囊去流浪？”