[00:00.00] 作曲 : Donovan Leitch
[00:15.60]From the album fairytale
[00:28.23]Walk along and talk along and live your lives quite freely
[00:36.75]But leave our children with their toys of peppermint and candy.
[00:45.99]For seagull I don't want your wings,
[00:48.42]I don't want your freedom in a lie.
[00:54.63]Your thoughts they are of harlequin, your speeches of quicksilver,
[01:03.63]I read your faces like a poem, kaleidoscope of hate words.
[01:07.80]For seagull I don't want your wings,
[01:08.67]I don't want your freedom in a lie.
[01:09.33]On the quilted battlefields of soldiers dazzling made of toy tin
[01:10.71]The big bomb like a child's hand could sweep them dead just so to win.
[01:12.78]For seagull I don't want your wings,
[01:15.24]I don't want your freedom in a lie.
[01:21.87]As you fill your glasses with the wine of murdered negroes
[01:30.60]Thinking not of beauty that spreads like morning sun-glow.
[01:39.48]Seagull I don't want your wings,
[01:41.85]I don't want your freedom in a lie.
[01:49.02]I pray your dreams of vivid screams of children dying slowly
[01:58.74]And as you polish up your guns your real self be reflecting.
[02:00.69]For seagull I don't want your wings,
[02:08.73]I don't want your freedom in a lie.
[02:36.15]Vietnam, your latest game, you're playing with your blackest Queen
[02:45.15]Damn your souls and curse your grins, I stand here with a fading dream.
[02:54.12]For seagull I don't want your wings,
[02:56.43]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.