[00:00.00] 作曲 : Donovan Leitch
[00:24.00]From the album fairytale
[00:28.62]Walk along and talk along and live your lives quite freely
[00:37.02]But leave our children with their toys of peppermint and candy.
[00:46.23]For seagull I don't want your wings,
[00:48.48]I don't want your freedom in a lie.
[00:54.96]Your thoughts they are of harlequin, your speeches of quicksilver,
[01:03.96]I read your faces like a poem, kaleidoscope of hate words.
[01:12.78]For seagull I don't want your wings,
[01:15.30]I don't want your freedom in a lie.
[01:21.69]On the quilted battlefields of soldiers dazzling made of toy tin
[01:30.63]The big bomb like a child's hand could sweep them dead just so to win.
[01:39.60]For seagull I don't want your wings,
[01:42.15]I don't want your freedom in a lie.
[01:48.96]As you fill your glasses with the wine of murdered negroes
[01:57.84]Thinking not of beauty that spreads like morning sun-glow.
[02:06.81]Seagull I don't want your wings,
[02:09.06]I don't want your freedom in a lie.
[02:15.54]I pray your dreams of vivid screams of children dying slowly
[02:24.57]And as you polish up your guns your real self be reflecting.
[02:33.24]For seagull I don't want your wings,
[02:35.88]I don't want your freedom in a lie.
[03:09.45]Vietnam, your latest game, you're playing with your blackest Queen
[03:18.00]Damn your souls and curse your grins, I stand here with a fading dream.
[03:26.37]For seagull I don't want your wings,
[03:28.83]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.