[00:00.000] 作曲 : Bruce Springsteen
[00:10.530]The boys, they hold their machetes high
[00:14.232]The girls in their satin dresses, they go twirling by
[00:18.610]From the San Juan River 'cross the desert sand
[00:24.039]Teresa moves in the Aztec dance
[00:36.248]From the foothills of the Sierra Madre
[00:40.802]To the high school gym in San Jose
[00:44.913]She stomps her feet as her ma watches from the stands
[00:50.720]Teresa twirls in the Aztec dance
[01:03.041]Past the Pizza Hut, past the mall rats, she says
[01:07.085]"Ma, they call us greaser, they call us wetback
[01:12.743]Here in this land that once was ours"
[01:16.021]Teresa's mother bobby pins her hair in a crown of flowers
[01:28.872]Her mother says, "Teresa, there were roses, fruit trees and azure skies
[01:35.376]Tenochtitlan with great temples of stone
[01:39.911]Indian women with your skin and your eyes
[01:44.192]Gardens richer than those of Babylon"
[01:55.942]"'Cross the causeway of Lake Texcoco
[02:00.520]Montezuma met Cortez in sandals with soles of gold
[02:06.685]One in steel, one in the plumes of the quetzal bird
[02:09.787]They came wearing the masks of the gods they served"
[02:23.356]"From castles that rend the waters and scarred the skies
[02:29.852]Cortez came with the curse of fortune and faith in his eyes
[02:36.746]They marched 'cross savannas of maize and high desert plains
[02:42.812]Quetzalcoatl come to put the lord of our world in chains"
[02:56.517]"With their cannon and horses 'cross the causeways, their cavalry charged
[03:03.485]Like fields of locust feasting on a thousand brave warriors' hearts
[03:10.138]Our blood turned red, the waters of Texcoco cold
[03:16.025]The Spanish soldiers drowned 'neath the weight of the gold they stole"
[03:38.532]"Montezuma and Cuauhtémoc are in their graves
[03:42.948]And our people of the valley of Mexico, well, they were enslaved
[03:48.928]Our city gone and left in ruins, they cry bitter tears in another world
[03:54.514]But here in this world, my daughter, they have you"
[04:07.711]The boys, they hold their machetes high
[04:12.111]As the girls in their satin dresses, they go twirling by