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  • 作曲 : Donovan Leitch
    From the album fairytale
    Walk along and talk along and live your lives quite freely
    But leave our children with their toys of peppermint and candy.
    For seagull I don't want your wings,
    I don't want your freedom in a lie.
    Your thoughts they are of harlequin, your speeches of quicksilver,
    I read your faces like a poem, kaleidoscope of hate words.
    For seagull I don't want your wings,
    I don't want your freedom in a lie.
    On the quilted battlefields of soldiers dazzling made of toy tin
    The big bomb like a child's hand could sweep them dead just so to win.
    For seagull I don't want your wings,
    I don't want your freedom in a lie.
    As you fill your glasses with the wine of murdered negroes
    Thinking not of beauty that spreads like morning sun-glow.
    Seagull I don't want your wings,
    I don't want your freedom in a lie.
    I pray your dreams of vivid screams of children dying slowly
    And as you polish up your guns your real self be reflecting.
    For seagull I don't want your wings,
    I don't want your freedom in a lie.
    Vietnam, your latest game, you're playing with your blackest Queen
    Damn your souls and curse your grins, I stand here with a fading dream.
    For seagull I don't want your wings,
    I don't want your freedom in a lie.
  • 作曲 : Donovan Leitch
    From the album fairytale
    Walk along and talk along and live your lives quite freely
    But leave our children with their toys of peppermint and candy.
    For seagull I don't want your wings,
    I don't want your freedom in a lie.
    Your thoughts they are of harlequin, your speeches of quicksilver,
    I read your faces like a poem, kaleidoscope of hate words.
    For seagull I don't want your wings,
    I don't want your freedom in a lie.
    On the quilted battlefields of soldiers dazzling made of toy tin
    The big bomb like a child's hand could sweep them dead just so to win.
    For seagull I don't want your wings,
    I don't want your freedom in a lie.
    As you fill your glasses with the wine of murdered negroes
    Thinking not of beauty that spreads like morning sun-glow.
    Seagull I don't want your wings,
    I don't want your freedom in a lie.
    I pray your dreams of vivid screams of children dying slowly
    And as you polish up your guns your real self be reflecting.
    For seagull I don't want your wings,
    I don't want your freedom in a lie.
    Vietnam, your latest game, you're playing with your blackest Queen
    Damn your souls and curse your grins, I stand here with a fading dream.
    For seagull I don't want your wings,
    I don't want your freedom in a lie.