She thinks she knows you She thinks she owns you She wants everything to be The way she told you Of course she loves you Worries about you She'll smother you 'till you're chokin' Tell me, don't you Say Mama, tell me why Has pleasure got to rhyme with sacrifice? You had your ways I have mine Your little girls a woman Don't you realize? Of course she loves you She adores you She'll smother you 'till you're chokin' Tell me, don't you? She'll try to cage you She'll enrage you Walking 'round your life Deciding for you Sometimes she'll praise you Sometimes she'll scorn you Her dreams from yesterday Could have destroyed you Now Mama, tell me why? Has pleasure got to rhyme with sacrifice? You had your days I have mine Your little girl's a woman now ... For quite some time

Иди ты с миром, в мире к миру, будь скорей Стремительнее сверхзвуковых кораблей Быстрее шаттлов и ракетных батарей Отважнее всех ковбоев, рыцарей и их коней. Хей! Мамы, вы не прячьте дочерей Звёзды падают брильянтами в ладонь Как гусары саблей, опля, разрывали пустоту Так и я перехожу черту Иди ты с миром в мире, где теперь века Наш океан ревёт и мечет, и не видит берега, а А, видно, складно мы шагаем рост в плечо Что хочешь ты найти во мне? Уже теплее, горячо. Чо! Мамы, вы не прячьте дочерей Звёзды падают брильянтами в ладонь Как гусары саблей, опля, разрывали пустоту Так и я перехожу черту Иди ты с миром, в мире к миру, ясень день Я зажигаю солнце, хоть заснули спички, искры лень В ладоши хлопнув, хлоп-хлоп — магия, все в дым Руби на козыря и поцелуи вечно молодым. Дым! Мамы, вы не прячьте дочерей Звёзды падают брильянтами в ладонь Как гусары саблей, опля, разрывали пустоту Так и я перехожу черту Так и я перехожу черту Так и я перехожу черту

Young man on his way home from the market, Just enjoying a beautiful afternoon Gets kinda dark, sun just set There's these other young men standing On the corner, nothing to do, just hangin' around They're passing out their weapons to each other: Brass knuckles - pipes - chains - half a bricks - Broken bottles - switchblades Young man lands in jail for some crime he did not commit 352 years hard labor in Angola prison - 352 years at hard labor Sleepless nights between sugar cane and cotton It's where he learns the ropes and pays with his soul For some crime he did not commit We think we're safe at home with our bumper stickers saying - Just say no - We give up a few freedoms here and there in the name of a - Squeaky clean America - Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical Screaming for blood and justice Now they've got us hypnotized and hysterical Screaming for blood and justice They show us the faces of hatred over and over - a new one every week Could be Manuel Noriega Could be the Ayatollah Any old scapegoat 'll do The young man will be our sacrificial lamb Pro choice - no choice We're sending our sons and daughters to their slaughter Pro choice - no choice Slogans mean nothing to a young man facing 352 years hard labor in Angola To a young man facing 352 years hard labor in Angola For a crime he did not commit It's freedom of speech - as long as you don't say too much You can't stop running water You can't kill the fire that burns inside Don't deny our flesh and blood And don't forsake our sons and daughters You can't stop running water You can't kill the fire that burns inside Don't deny our flesh and blood And don't forsake our sons and daughters It's freedom of speech - as long as you don't say too much I think we're all runnin' thinkin' that we can hide I think we're runnin' tryin' to get away But sooner or later we gonna realize We gonna meet up with the truth face to face

And I will hold you tight Like the moon in the arms of the sky And I will keep you warm I will build a fire in this house And I'll build a fire You fetch the water and I'll lay the table And in our hearts We still pray for sons and daughters And all those evenings Out in the garden, with red red wine These quiet hours turning to years And I, I'll wrap myself Around your heart I'll be the walls of his heart And I, I'll keep a light on To call you back home And I'll build a fire You fetch the water and I'll lay the table And in our hearts We still pray for sons and daughters And all those evenings Out in the garden, with red red wine These quiet hours turning to years And it's all to come For now we're still young Just building our kingdom But it's all to come And I'll build a fire You fetch the water and I'll lay the table And in our hearts We still pray for sons and daughters And all those evenings Out in the garden, with red red wine These quiet hours turning to years It's all to come For now we're still young