Where Are You Now, My Son ?－Joan Baez
Artist: Joan Baez lyrics
Title: Where Are You Now, My Son ?
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red
As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead
絶えず私を悲しませる戦場に向かって歩いている
私は、今まで死を恐れない民族に会った事は、先ず殆どないと言ってよい
それにも拘らず、夜明けは人々と共に血を流し、朝の空が赤らむ
若い娘は、死者に供える花を抱え、自転車に積み込む
An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble
A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble
A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning air
The single son she had last night is buried under her
年を重ねた女は、噴火口の荒石伝いに
布切れ、靴の一部分、動乱の全生涯を穿（ほじく）る
感傷をそそる歌が、彼女の喉を通って漏れ、朝の外気を裂く
彼女が昨夜生んだ一人息子は、彼女の下に葬られる
They say that the war is done
Where are you now, my son?
戦争はもうお終いだ、と人々が噂する
私の息子よ、貴方は今何処に？
An old man with unsteady gait and beard of ancient white
Bent to the ground with arms outstretched faltering in his plight
I took his hand to steady him, he stood and did not turn
But smiled and wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen"
ふらついた足取り、白髪の顎鬚（あごひげ）を蓄えた年老いた男が
窮状に怯（ひる）んで、腕を差し伸べ、地面にくず折れそうで
私は、ぐらつかないよう手を取った、彼は立ち上がったが、振り返らなかった
しかし、微笑みながら、涙を流し、お辞儀をして「ダンケ シェ－ン（ありがとう）」と
静かにぼそぼそっと言った
The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns
Would stand around us laughing as we stood like giant clowns
The mourning bands told whom they'd lost by last night's phantom messenger
And they spoke their only words in English, "Johnson, Nixon, Kissinger"
田舎や町の道端で
私達が巨大な道化師のように立っていると
子供達は、笑顔で、私達を取り巻いて立つ
喪章が、昨夜の幽霊の使いによって分からなくなった人を物語っている
それから彼らは、ジョンソン、ニクソン、キッシンジャーと、彼らの知る限りの英語の単語を口にする
今日は此処までです。
16:02 2013/01/11金曜日
Now that the war's being won
Where are you now, my son?
The siren gives a running break to those who live in town
Take the children and the blankets to the concrete underground
Sometimes we'd sing and joke and paint bright pictures on the wall
And wonder if we would die well and if we'd loved at all
The helmetless defiant ones sit on the curb and stare
At tracers flashing through the sky and planes bursting in air
But way out in the villages no warning comes before a blast
That means a sleeping child will never make it to the door
The days of our youth were fun
Where are you now, my son?
From the distant cabins in the sky where no man hears the sound
Of death on earth from his own bombs, six pilots were shot down
Next day six hulking bandaged men were dazzled by a room
Of newsmen. Sally keep the faith, let's hope this war ends soon
In a damaged prison camp where they no longer had command
They shook their heads, what irony, we thought peace was at hand
The preacher read a Christmas prayer and the men kneeled on the ground
Then sheepishly asked me to sing "They Drove Old Dixie Down"
Yours was the righteous gun
Where are you now, my son?
We gathered in the lobby celebrating Chrismas Eve
The French, the Poles, the Indians, Cubans and Vietnamese
The tiny tree our host had fixed sweetened familiar psalms
But the most sacred of Christmas prayers was shattered by the bombs
So back into the shelter where two lovely women rose
And with a brilliance and a fierceness and a gentleness which froze
The rest of us to silence as their voices soared with joy
Outshining every bomb that fell that night upon Hanoi
With bravery we have sun
But where are you now, my son?
Oh people of the shelters what a gift you've given me
To smile at me and quietly let me share your agony
And I can only bow in utter humbleness and ask
Forgiveness and forgiveness for the things we've brought to pass
The black pyjama'd culture that we tried to kill with pellet holes
And rows of tiny coffins we've paid for with our souls
Have built a spirit seldom seen in women and in men
And the white flower of Bac Mai will surely blossom once again
I've heard that the war is done
Then where are you now, my son?
石破茂は、公安、鳥取県警、米子市教育委員、医師会、日弁連、売春婦、山口組、日本財団を使って、私のパソコンから売春サイト、右翼サイト、詐偽サイト、馬券、競輪サイトを運営
Artist: Joan Baez lyrics
Title: Where Are You Now, My Son ?
(Words and Music by Joan Baez)
It's walking to the battleground that always makes me cry
I've met so few folks in my time who weren't afraid to die
But dawn bleeds with the people here and morning skies are red
As young girls load up bicycles with flowers for the dead
絶えず私を悲しませる戦場に向かって歩いている
私は、今まで死を恐れない民族に会った事は、先ず殆どないと言ってよい
それにも拘らず、夜明けは人々と共に血を流し、朝の空が赤らむ
若い娘は、死者に供える花を抱え、自転車に積み込む
An aging woman picks along the craters and the rubble
A piece of cloth, a bit of shoe, a whole lifetime of trouble
A sobbing chant comes from her throat and splits the morning air
The single son she had last night is buried under her
年を重ねた女は、噴火口の荒石伝いに
布切れ、靴の一部分、動乱の全生涯を穿（ほじく）る
感傷をそそる歌が、彼女の喉を通って漏れ、朝の外気を裂く
彼女が昨夜生んだ一人息子は、彼女の下に葬られる
They say that the war is done
Where are you now, my son?
戦争はもうお終いだ、と人々が噂する
私の息子よ、貴方は今何処に？
An old man with unsteady gait and beard of ancient white
Bent to the ground with arms outstretched faltering in his plight
I took his hand to steady him, he stood and did not turn
But smiled and wept and bowed and mumbled softly, "Danke shoen"
ふらついた足取り、白髪の顎鬚（あごひげ）を蓄えた年老いた男が
窮状に怯（ひる）んで、腕を差し伸べ、地面にくず折れそうで
私は、ぐらつかないよう手を取った、彼は立ち上がったが、振り返らなかった
しかし、微笑みながら、涙を流し、お辞儀をして「ダンケ シェ－ン（ありがとう）」と
静かにぼそぼそっと言った
The children on the roadsides of the villages and towns
Would stand around us laughing as we stood like giant clowns
The mourning bands told whom they'd lost by last night's phantom messenger
And they spoke their only words in English, "Johnson, Nixon, Kissinger"
田舎や町の道端で
私達が巨大な道化師のように立っていると
子供達は、笑顔で、私達を取り巻いて立つ
喪章が、昨夜の幽霊の使いによって分からなくなった人を物語っている
それから彼らは、ジョンソン、ニクソン、キッシンジャーと、彼らの知る限りの英語の単語を口にする
今日は此処までです。
16:02 2013/01/11金曜日
Now that the war's being won
Where are you now, my son?
The siren gives a running break to those who live in town
Take the children and the blankets to the concrete underground
Sometimes we'd sing and joke and paint bright pictures on the wall
And wonder if we would die well and if we'd loved at all
The helmetless defiant ones sit on the curb and stare
At tracers flashing through the sky and planes bursting in air
But way out in the villages no warning comes before a blast
That means a sleeping child will never make it to the door
The days of our youth were fun
Where are you now, my son?
From the distant cabins in the sky where no man hears the sound
Of death on earth from his own bombs, six pilots were shot down
Next day six hulking bandaged men were dazzled by a room
Of newsmen. Sally keep the faith, let's hope this war ends soon
In a damaged prison camp where they no longer had command
They shook their heads, what irony, we thought peace was at hand
The preacher read a Christmas prayer and the men kneeled on the ground
Then sheepishly asked me to sing "They Drove Old Dixie Down"
Yours was the righteous gun
Where are you now, my son?
We gathered in the lobby celebrating Chrismas Eve
The French, the Poles, the Indians, Cubans and Vietnamese
The tiny tree our host had fixed sweetened familiar psalms
But the most sacred of Christmas prayers was shattered by the bombs
So back into the shelter where two lovely women rose
And with a brilliance and a fierceness and a gentleness which froze
The rest of us to silence as their voices soared with joy
Outshining every bomb that fell that night upon Hanoi
With bravery we have sun
But where are you now, my son?
Oh people of the shelters what a gift you've given me
To smile at me and quietly let me share your agony
And I can only bow in utter humbleness and ask
Forgiveness and forgiveness for the things we've brought to pass
The black pyjama'd culture that we tried to kill with pellet holes
And rows of tiny coffins we've paid for with our souls
Have built a spirit seldom seen in women and in men
And the white flower of Bac Mai will surely blossom once again
I've heard that the war is done
Then where are you now, my son?
石破茂は、公安、鳥取県警、米子市教育委員、医師会、日弁連、売春婦、山口組、日本財団を使って、私のパソコンから売春サイト、右翼サイト、詐偽サイト、馬券、競輪サイトを運営
