Birthday Carol — текст песни (Todd Rundgren)

I was born this very morning

And my brother he was also born,

In our first nine months we learned to speak

And we have been listening since early morn.

I love no one but my brother

Who spent those months with me

I hate no one and no other has so far hated me

But it isnt yet the afternoon,

And things are still to be,

And when evening comes we all will see.



I am not very old and I wont live long.

I was born this very morning singing this here song



Now I feel the worst for older people

Winding out their friendless hours alone

Seeing lives like plays at final curtain

Looking out to find everyone has gone home.

Is there something I can pray to?

Some offering I can send?

Or some ear that I can play to, to help him find a friend?

And maybe then redeem myself to keep me from that end

For the evening comes and who knows when.



Oh, my brother, where is our mother?

Is there no other to live together,

To be our lover?