A keresés eredménye

The next century

In foreign countries that I haven't seen
I've got an only child
He never learned to laugh
He pierces his veins with a needle
He looks with horror in his eyes
I see it again in Hiroshima
Walking around in Mauthausen
Calling at me while naked in Vietnam
And I am imprisoned and stranger
 
The next century will be different
It must be different
The next century will be different
It must be, it must be
Must be different
 
My kid is hungry in Africa
He gets old before he grows up
And like crazy, fighting in Asia
And I am imprisoned and stranger
 
The next century will be different
It must be different
The next century will be different
It must be, it must be
Must be different
 
With a sun in my armd
I'll forget the children
And I'll be free again
 
The next century will be different
It must be different
The next century will be different
It must be, it must be
Must be different
 

I woke one day

One day I woke up as a girl
I had toys, shiny things and hair clips on
On my heart's door
you read only my name and I'd left the keys
And whenever asked for love I would let them in
to find a peaceful spot to stay warm, be loved.
 
One day I woke up as a woman
with eyeliner, bijoux and anxiety if I am fat.
I changed the door to my heart,
it was supposed to be with safety latch, I still left the keys
And whenever asked for love I'd let them in
to find a peaceful spot to cover themselves, be loved.
 
One day I woke up as a mother
chasing after the clock, working for the child's best interests
My heart had no longer a door
out of fear s/he might slip, it disappeared long ago.
And so long as s/he asked for love I called him/her in
to find a peaceful spot to sleep in, be loved.
 
Then one day I woke up alone.
Falling in love had faded away, the child had graduated.
And on my heart's door
there were papers, bills and a court order.
And I said for once I would ask for love
but there was no one there to give it anymore.
Everyone was tired.
 
One day I woke as a girl,
one day I woke as a woman,
one day I woke as a mother,
one day maybe there will be a moment
 
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That I will be loved,
I will be loved.
 
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One day... I woke up.