Ignacio lay dying in the sand 伊格纳西奥奄奄一息地躺在沙滩上

A single red rose clutched in a dying hand 一个单一的红玫瑰攥在一个垂死的手

The women wept to see their hero die 女人哭了，看他们的英雄死

And the big black birds gathered in the sky 和大黑的鸟聚集在天空

   

Mother of all our joys, mother of all our sorrows 母亲所有的欢乐，所有的悲伤的母亲

Intercede with him tonight 说情今晚他

For all of our tomorrows 对于我们所有的明天

   

The years went by and then the killers came 岁月的流逝，然后杀手来了

And took the men and marched them up the hill of pain 并采取了男人和游行起来疼痛的山

And Lorca the faggot poet they left till last 与洛尔卡的柴草诗人，他们留到最后

Blew his brains out with a pistol up his arse 自爆他的脑袋用手枪了他的屁股

   

Mother of all our joys.... 我们所有的欢乐的母亲....

   

The killers came to mutilate the dead 杀手来到毁伤死

But ran away in terror to search the town instead 但跑了恐怖来搜索，而不是镇

But Lorca's corpse, as he had prophesied, just walked away 但是，洛尔卡的尸体，因为他预言，刚走开

And the only sound was the women in the chapel praying 而唯一的声音是妇女在教堂祈祷

   

Mother of all our joys.... 我们所有的欢乐的母亲....