Текст песни Sinead O'Connor - Three Babies
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Текст песни Sinead O'Connor - Three Babies
Each of theseMy three babiesI will carry with meFor myselfI ask no one else will beMother to these threeAnd of courseI'm like a wild horse( )But there's no other way I could beWater and feedAre not tools that I needFor the thing that I've chosen to beIn my soulMy blood and my bonesI have wrapped your cold bodies around meThe face on youThe smell of youWill always be with meEach of theseMy three babiesI was not willing to leaveThough I triedI blasphemed and deniedI know they will be returned to meEach of theseMy babiesHave brought you closer to meNo longer mad like a horseI'm still wild but not lostFrom the thing that I've chosen to be