| Song | Kuiama |
| Artist | Electric Light Orchestra |
| Album | Live At The BBC (1973-76) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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. |
| zuo qu : 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. |
| 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. |