Masters Of War

Bob Dylan - Masters of War

來吧，你們這些戰爭販子，
Come you masters of war
你們造出了長槍利炮，
You that build all the guns
你們造出了殺人的飛機，
You that build the death planes
你們造出了所有的炸彈，
You that build the big bombs
你們這些躲在牆後的傢伙，
You that hide behind walls
你們這些藏在桌後的傢伙，
You that hide behind desks
我只想讓你們知道，
I just want you to know
我能透過面具看穿你們。
I can see through your masks
你什麼也不創造，

你只知道毀滅，
You that never done nothin'
你玩弄我的世界，
But build to destroy
就像玩弄一個玩具，
You play with my world
你把槍塞到我手中，
Like it's your little toy
然後消失於我的視線，
You put a gun in my hand
你轉過身，跑得老遠，
And you hide from my eyes
在子彈飛速而至之前。
And you turn and run farther
就像古時的猶大，
When the fast bullets fly
你們滿口謊言，

你們口口聲聲道，
Like Judas of old
世界大戰終將勝利，
You lie and deceive
可是我看透了你們的雙眼，
A world war can be won
可是我看透了你們的內心，
You want me to believe
就像我能看清這清流，
But I see through your eyes
它奔騰於我的溝渠。
And I see through your brain
你們扣緊了扳機，
Like I see through the water
卻要其他人去開槍，
That runs down my drain
然後眼睜睜看著，

屍體堆積如山，
You fasten the triggers
你們躲在高樓裡，
For the others to fire
這時年輕人的血液，
Then you set back and watch
迸出他們的身體，
When the death count gets higher
混進了稀泥。
You hide in your mansion
你們拋出所謂的恐懼，
As young people's blood
讓大家沒法反抗，
Flows out of their bodies
不敢讓孩子們
And is buried in the mud
來到這個世間，

因為你們威脅，
You've thrown the worst fear
我的孩子將會無名無命，
That can ever be hurled
血管裡流淌的血液，
Fear to bring children
你們不配擁有。
Into the world
我到底要懂得多少，
For threatening my baby
才能保證不弄錯問題，
Unborn and unnamed
你們會說我還太年輕，
You ain't worth the blood
又會說我還缺少經驗，
That runs in your veins
但是有件事我是知道的，

就算我確實年輕，
How much do I know
上帝也絕不會放過你們，
To talk out of turn
原諒你們做過的事情。
You might say that I'm young
讓我來問問你們吧，
You might say I'm unlearned
金錢真是萬能的嗎？
But there's one thing I know
你們以為它果真能夠，
Though I'm younger than you
買到你們所需的饒恕？
Even Jesus would never
我想你們終會發現，
Forgive what you do
在死神宣告降臨之時，

你們掙得的所有金錢，
Let me ask you one question
都無法買回你們所謂的靈魂。
Is your money that good
我真希望你能夠死掉，
Will it buy you forgiveness
你的日子不會太遠了，
Do you think that it could
在那死灰的午後，
I think you will find
我緊跟著你的棺木，
When your death takes its toll
我會注視著你的身體，
All the money you made
塌落入你的墓床，
Will never buy back your soul
然後我還要站在你的墓旁，

直到確定你真正死去。
And I hope that you die
And your death'll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I'll watch while you're lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I'll stand o'er your grave
'Til I'm sure that you're dead