Three Babies — текст песни (Sinead O`Connor)

(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