[00:00.000] 作词 : Ennio Morricone
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ennio Morricone
[00:22.760]
[00:27.720]Bugles are calling
[00:32.490]from prairie to shore
[00:37.660]Sign up and fall in
[00:41.640]and march off to war
[00:46.940]Drums beating loudly
[00:50.970]Hearts beating proudly
[00:55.210]March blue and gray
[00:59.760]and smile as you go
[01:05.030]Smoke hides the valleys
[01:08.720]and fire paints the plains
[01:13.860]Loud roar the cannons
[01:17.610]till ruin remains
[01:26.310]Blue grass and cotton
[01:29.920]Burnt and forgotten
[01:35.260]All hope seems gone
[01:40.640]so, soldier, march on to die
[01:52.140]Count all the crosses
[01:56.100]and count all the tears
[02:01.830]These are the losses
[02:06.080]and sad souvenirs
[02:12.110]This devastation
[02:17.050]Once was a nation
[02:24.240]So fall the dice
[02:28.490]how high is the price?
[02:35.120]There in the distance
[02:38.890]a flag I can see
[02:44.520]Scorched and in ribbons
[02:48.910]but whose can it be
[02:54.560]How ends the story?
[02:59.080]Whose is the glory?
[03:04.360]Ask if we dare
[03:09.480]our comrades out there who sleep
[04:03.840]Count all the crosses
[04:08.000]and count all the tears
[04:13.950]These are the losses
[04:18.090]and sad souvenirs
[04:24.540]This devastation Once was a nation
[04:33.640]So fall the dice
[04:38.830]how high is the price we pay?

作词 : Ennio Morricone
作曲 : Ennio Morricone
Bugles are calling
from prairie to shore
Sign up and fall in
and march off to war
Drums beating loudly
Hearts beating proudly
March blue and gray
and smile as you go
Smoke hides the valleys
and fire paints the plains
Loud roar the cannons
till ruin remains
Blue grass and cotton
Burnt and forgotten
All hope seems gone
so, soldier, march on to die
Count all the crosses
and count all the tears
These are the losses
and sad souvenirs
This devastation
Once was a nation
So fall the dice
how high is the price?
There in the distance
a flag I can see
Scorched and in ribbons
but whose can it be
How ends the story?
Whose is the glory?
Ask if we dare
our comrades out there who sleep
Count all the crosses
and count all the tears
These are the losses
and sad souvenirs
This devastation Once was a nation
So fall the dice
how high is the price we pay?