菲律宾女佣远离枪声和街边斜卧的坦克远离丛林中弥漫的烽火远离家此刻的阳光如潮水漫过巴特爵士铜像仿佛是泅渡而来的船被海风吹得憔悴的女佣们坐在皇后像广场喷泉令她们想起了马尼拉街头她们在正午的阳光下疲倦得昏昏欲睡不远处,一个小男孩追逐地面上的几只鸽子鸽子没有飞走在女佣们的旁边躲闪着 Philippine maid Away from gunshots and reclining tanks on the street Away from the pervading flames of the jungle A moment away from the sun At this moment the tide of water overflows the statue of Sir Pat But it seems like a ferryboat A haggard maids, The fountain at Statue Square reminds them of the streets of Manila Tired of sleep in the midday sun Not far away, a little boy chasing several pigeons on the ground Pigeons do not flew by the maid’s dodge