Текст (слова) песни: Sinead O`Connor - Three Babies
(Sinead O`Connor)
Each of these My three babies I will carry with me For myself I ask no one else will be Mother to these three And of course I`m like a wild horse But there`s no other way I could be Water and feed Are not tools that I need For the thing that I`ve chosen to be
In my soul My blood and my bones I have wrapped your cold bodies around me The face on you The smell of you Will always be with me
Each of these My three babies I was not willing to leave Though I tried I blasphemed and denied I know they will be returned to me Each of these My babies Have brought you closer to me No longer mad like a horse I`m still wild but not lost From the thing that I`ve chosen to be
And it`s `cause you`ve thrilled me Silenced me Stilled me Proved things I never believed The face on you The smell of you Will always be with me
Each of these My three babies I will carry with me For myself I ask no one else will be Mother to these three
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