paroles de chanson The Ballad of a Crystal Man - Donovan

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