Song | Kuiama |
Artist | Electric Light Orchestra |
Album | Live At The BBC (1973-76) |
作曲 : Lynne | |
My, my Kuiama, she came in the morning | |
She smiled but the tears on her little face | |
Showed the pain that had been in that far-off place | |
So sad, treated so bad. | |
My, my Kuiama, don't break your heart tryin' | |
To say how your ma and your pa passed away | |
And they left you to wander the ruin and decay | |
Real mean, that bullet machine. | |
See here Kuiama, now ten thousand miles | |
Is a long, long way and you're here today | |
And you won't go back so you might say | |
"Hello, how do you do?" | |
Kuia, stop your cryin', there's no bombs a-fallin' | |
No horsemen in the night a-ridin' | |
Through your dreams and tearing at your life | |
Baby, goodnight. | |
No more silver rain will hit your ground | |
And no more guns will sound | |
No more life be drowned | |
No more trenches where the soldiers lie | |
And no more people die | |
Beneath that big black sky. | |
Wake up, Kuiama, I got somethin' to tell you | |
It's just that I mean, well, that is to say, | |
That I'm trying to explain but I'll start again | |
For you, I must be true. | |
Kuia, in this country, they got rules with no reason | |
They teach you to kill and they send you away | |
With your gun in your hand, you pick up your pay | |
So cool, that no mercy tool. | |
Kuia, please believe me, I just couldn't help myself. | |
I wanted to run but they gave me a gun | |
And they told me the duty I owed to my fatherland. | |
I made my stand. | |
Kuia, I just shot them, I just blew their heads open | |
And I heard them scream in their agony | |
Kuiama, she waits there for me | |
True blue, you saw it through. |
zuò qǔ : Lynne | |
My, my Kuiama, she came in the morning | |
She smiled but the tears on her little face | |
Showed the pain that had been in that faroff place | |
So sad, treated so bad. | |
My, my Kuiama, don' t break your heart tryin' | |
To say how your ma and your pa passed away | |
And they left you to wander the ruin and decay | |
Real mean, that bullet machine. | |
See here Kuiama, now ten thousand miles | |
Is a long, long way and you' re here today | |
And you won' t go back so you might say | |
" Hello, how do you do?" | |
Kuia, stop your cryin', there' s no bombs afallin' | |
No horsemen in the night aridin' | |
Through your dreams and tearing at your life | |
Baby, goodnight. | |
No more silver rain will hit your ground | |
And no more guns will sound | |
No more life be drowned | |
No more trenches where the soldiers lie | |
And no more people die | |
Beneath that big black sky. | |
Wake up, Kuiama, I got somethin' to tell you | |
It' s just that I mean, well, that is to say, | |
That I' m trying to explain but I' ll start again | |
For you, I must be true. | |
Kuia, in this country, they got rules with no reason | |
They teach you to kill and they send you away | |
With your gun in your hand, you pick up your pay | |
So cool, that no mercy tool. | |
Kuia, please believe me, I just couldn' t help myself. | |
I wanted to run but they gave me a gun | |
And they told me the duty I owed to my fatherland. | |
I made my stand. | |
Kuia, I just shot them, I just blew their heads open | |
And I heard them scream in their agony | |
Kuiama, she waits there for me | |
True blue, you saw it through. |