原始歌词 (English)
In Flanders Fields
In Flanders fields the poppies grow
between the crosses, row on row,
that mark our place and in the sky
the larks, still bravely singing, fly.
Scarce heard amid the guns below.
We are the dead, short days ago
we lived, felt dawn, saw sunsets glow,
loved and were loved and now we lie
in Flanders fields, in Flanders fields,
in Flanders fields, that's where we lie.
Take up our quarrel with the foe,
to you, from failing hands, we throw
the torch be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
we shall not sleep, though poppies grow
in Flanders Fields, in Flanders fields,
that's where we lie, in Flanders fields.