| Song | Rael 1 |
| Artist | The Who |
| Album | Thirty Years Of Maximum R&B |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Pete Townshend | |
| 作词 : Townshend | |
| The Red Chins in their millions | |
| Will overspill their borders | |
| And chaos then will reign in our Rael | |
| The country of my fathers | |
| A proud land of old order | |
| Like a goldfish being swallowed by a whale | |
| Rael, the home of my religion | |
| To me the center of the Earth | |
| The Red Chins in their millions | |
| Will overspill their borders | |
| And chaos then will reign in our Rael | |
| My heritage is threatened | |
| My roots are torn and cornered | |
| And so to do my best I'll homeward sail | |
| And so to do my best I'll homeward sail | |
| Now Captain, listen to my instructions | |
| Return to this spot on Christmas Day | |
| Look toward the shore for my signal | |
| And then you'll know if in Rael I'll stay | |
| If a yellow flag is fluttering | |
| Sickly herald against the morn | |
| Then you'll know my courage has ended | |
| And you'll send your boat ashore | |
| But if a red flag is flying | |
| Brazen bold against the blue | |
| Then you'll know that I am staying | |
| And my yacht belongs to you | |
| Now Captain, listen to my instructions | |
| Return to this spot on Christmas Day | |
| Look toward the shore for my signal | |
| And then you'll know if in Rael I'll stay | |
| He's crazy if he thinks we're coming back again | |
| He's crazy if he thinks we're coming back again | |
| He's crazy if he thinks we're coming back again | |
| He's crazy, anyway | |
| If a yellow flag is fluttering | |
| Sickly herald against the morn | |
| Then you'll know my courage has ended | |
| And you'll send your boat ashore |
| zuo qu : Pete Townshend | |
| zuo ci : Townshend | |
| The Red Chins in their millions | |
| Will overspill their borders | |
| And chaos then will reign in our Rael | |
| The country of my fathers | |
| A proud land of old order | |
| Like a goldfish being swallowed by a whale | |
| Rael, the home of my religion | |
| To me the center of the Earth | |
| The Red Chins in their millions | |
| Will overspill their borders | |
| And chaos then will reign in our Rael | |
| My heritage is threatened | |
| My roots are torn and cornered | |
| And so to do my best I' ll homeward sail | |
| And so to do my best I' ll homeward sail | |
| Now Captain, listen to my instructions | |
| Return to this spot on Christmas Day | |
| Look toward the shore for my signal | |
| And then you' ll know if in Rael I' ll stay | |
| If a yellow flag is fluttering | |
| Sickly herald against the morn | |
| Then you' ll know my courage has ended | |
| And you' ll send your boat ashore | |
| But if a red flag is flying | |
| Brazen bold against the blue | |
| Then you' ll know that I am staying | |
| And my yacht belongs to you | |
| Now Captain, listen to my instructions | |
| Return to this spot on Christmas Day | |
| Look toward the shore for my signal | |
| And then you' ll know if in Rael I' ll stay | |
| He' s crazy if he thinks we' re coming back again | |
| He' s crazy if he thinks we' re coming back again | |
| He' s crazy if he thinks we' re coming back again | |
| He' s crazy, anyway | |
| If a yellow flag is fluttering | |
| Sickly herald against the morn | |
| Then you' ll know my courage has ended | |
| And you' ll send your boat ashore |
| zuò qǔ : Pete Townshend | |
| zuò cí : Townshend | |
| The Red Chins in their millions | |
| Will overspill their borders | |
| And chaos then will reign in our Rael | |
| The country of my fathers | |
| A proud land of old order | |
| Like a goldfish being swallowed by a whale | |
| Rael, the home of my religion | |
| To me the center of the Earth | |
| The Red Chins in their millions | |
| Will overspill their borders | |
| And chaos then will reign in our Rael | |
| My heritage is threatened | |
| My roots are torn and cornered | |
| And so to do my best I' ll homeward sail | |
| And so to do my best I' ll homeward sail | |
| Now Captain, listen to my instructions | |
| Return to this spot on Christmas Day | |
| Look toward the shore for my signal | |
| And then you' ll know if in Rael I' ll stay | |
| If a yellow flag is fluttering | |
| Sickly herald against the morn | |
| Then you' ll know my courage has ended | |
| And you' ll send your boat ashore | |
| But if a red flag is flying | |
| Brazen bold against the blue | |
| Then you' ll know that I am staying | |
| And my yacht belongs to you | |
| Now Captain, listen to my instructions | |
| Return to this spot on Christmas Day | |
| Look toward the shore for my signal | |
| And then you' ll know if in Rael I' ll stay | |
| He' s crazy if he thinks we' re coming back again | |
| He' s crazy if he thinks we' re coming back again | |
| He' s crazy if he thinks we' re coming back again | |
| He' s crazy, anyway | |
| If a yellow flag is fluttering | |
| Sickly herald against the morn | |
| Then you' ll know my courage has ended | |
| And you' ll send your boat ashore |