[00:00.000] 作曲 : Benjamin Britten[00:03.450]What passing-bells for these who die as cattle?[00:13.900]Only the monstrous anger of the guns.[00:20.900]Only the stuttering rifles' rapid rattle can patter out their hasty orisons.[00:31.600]No mockeries for them from prayers or bells[00:41.000]Nor any voice of mourning save the choirs.[00:45.200]The shrill, demented cholrs of wailing shells.[00:54.650]And bugles calling for them from sad shires.[01:04.000]What candles may be held to speed them all?[01:16.400]Not in the hands of boys,[01:23.500]but in their eyes shall shine the holy glimmers of good-byes.[01:36.000]The pallor of girls' brows shal be their pall.[01:45.100]Their flowers the tenderness of silent minds.[02:00.200]And each slow dusk a drawing-down of blinds.[02:26.400]Kyrie eleison. Christe eleison.