The Marching Dream — текст песни (Suzanne Vega)

I have dreamed that many men

Have marched across this field

I have wished that I could take each man

And hold him against the flame in my heart





I had a dream that my face was old

And all the children came to see

First they laughed and then they ran

And I slammed the door behind them





And as the tears began to rise

You climbed the stairs

You came into my room

Where I was waiting there





Now I have dreamed of all mens arms

But this time it was you

I drew the curtains and it was dim

And it was strange and it was new





I have wished that I could hear

Each secret told

By lovers in the battle

With each shade of red and gold





I have wished that I could take each man

And hold him to the flame

And read the secret writing there

And know each one by name





I have dreamed that many men

Have marched across this field

I have wished that I could pour

My life into each one

Listening

Listening

Listening





(may 1980)