There are rifles buried in the countryside for the rising of the moon, 有步枪埋在乡下的月亮升起，

may they lie there long forgotten till they rust away into the ground. 愿他们躺在那里早已被人遗忘，直到它们生锈消失在地面上。

Who will bend this ancient hatred, will the killing to an end? 谁将会弯曲这个古老的仇恨，会不会杀了尽头？

Who will swallow long injustice, take the devil for a country man? 谁将会咽下长期不公，以魔鬼为一个国家的人？

Who will say "this far no further, oh lord, if I die today?" 谁都会说“这远没有进一步的，主啊，如果我今天死了？ ”

   

Send no weapons no more money. Send no vengeance across the seas, 发送没有武器没有更多的钱。不发送复仇飘洋过海，

just the blessing of forgiveness for my new countryman and me. 宽恕的只是祝福我的新同胞和我。

   

Missing brothers, martyred fellows, silent children in the ground. 缺少兄弟，烈属，研究员，在地下沉默的孩子。

Could we but hear them could they not tell us "Time to lay God's rifle down." 难道我们却听到他们的声音，他们也不会告诉美国“时代奠定上帝的步枪了。 ”

Who will say, "this far, no further," oh Lord, if I die today? 谁都会说， “这一步，没有进一步的， ”主啊，如果我今天死了？