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Song of the Lower Classes - Windborne
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Composed by：Windborne Singers/Ernest Charles Jones/Ian Robb
We plough and sow we are so low that we delve in the dirty clay
我们耕耘播种，身处卑微，在泥泞的土地上劳作
'Til we bless the plain with golden grain and the vale with the fragrant hay
直到我们用金色的谷物祝福平原，用芳香的干草装点山谷
Our place we know we are so low down at the landlord's feet
我们深知自己的地位，卑微地屈居于地主的脚下
We're not too low the bread to grow but too low the bread to eat
我们并非低贱到无法种植面包，而是低贱到无法享用面包
We're low we're low we are so low yet from our fingers glide
我们卑微，我们卑微，我们如此卑微，却从我们的指尖流淌出
Thee silken flow and the robes that glow
那丝绸般的华服与闪耀的长袍
Round the limbs of the sons of pride
披在那些骄傲之子的身上
And what we get and what we give we know and we know our share
我们得到什么，我们付出什么，我们心知肚明，我们清楚自己的份额
We're not too low the cloth to weave but too low the cloth to wear
我们织布却不配穿布，地位卑微至极
Down down we go we are so low to the hell of the deep-sunk mine
我们沉沦，坠入深渊的矿井地狱
But we gather the proudest gems that glow
但我们采集最耀眼的宝石
When the crown of the despot shines
当暴君的皇冠闪耀时
Whenever he lacks upon our backs fresh loads he deigns to lay
每当他缺钱，便在我们背上加重负担
We're far too low to vote the tax but not too low to pay
我们地位太低，无权投票，却不得不纳税
We're low we're low as to war we go to fight some foreign country
我们卑微如尘，却奔赴战场，与昨日友邦为敌
That was yesterday our greatest friend but today's our enemy
昨日还是挚友，今日已成仇敌
"God bless our boys" the papers scream
“上帝保佑我们的孩子”报纸上大肆宣扬
"Praise them" the churchmen cry
“赞美他们”牧师们高呼
When the war is won and home we come
当战争胜利，我们凯旋而归
Who cares if we live or die
谁在乎我们是生是死
We're low so low into boats we go to flee war in our home country
我们如此卑微，登上船只逃离祖国的战火
And we'll try to make a better life when we land across the sea
我们试图在异国他乡创造更好的生活
But it's "Send them back" the press cries out
但媒体却高喊“把他们送回去”
"Back to where they came"
“送回他们来的地方”
We're far too low to feed and clothe but not too low to blame
我们卑微到无法温饱，却仍被指责
We are so low but soon we know that the low folk will arise
我们如此卑微，但很快卑微的人们将崛起
And the tyrants in their tow'rs of gold shall hear the people's cries
那些黄金塔中的暴君将听到人民的呼声
No more shall they hold us in thrall their lies we will not heed
他们再也不能用谎言束缚我们
But every heart shall hear the call and the people will be free
每颗心都将听到呼唤，人民终将获得自由
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