Here they talked of revolution,
here it was they lit the flame,
here they sang about tomorrow and tomorrow never came.
在这里, 他们歌唱过明天, 而明天永不降临
From the table in the corner,
They could see a world reborn,
And they rose with voices ringing,
And I can hear them now;
The very words that they had sung
Became their last communion
On the lonely barricade, at dawn.
Phantom faces at the window,
Phantom shadows on the floor,
Empty chairs at empty tables where my friends will meet no more.
Oh my friends, my friends don't ask me
what your sacrifice was for
Empty chairs at empty tables
Where my friend will sing no more.