Three Babies — текст песни (Sinead Oconnor)

Each of these
My three babies
I will carry with me
For myself
I ask noone 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 + feed
Are not tods that I need
For the thing that I`ve chosen to be

In my soul
My blood + my bones
I have rapped 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
Thought I tried
I blasphemed + denied
I know they will be returned to me
Each of these
My babies
Have brought you closer to me
No longer made like a horse
I`m still wild but not lost
From the thing I`ve chosen to be

And it`s `cos you`ve thrilled me
Silended me
Stilled me
Proved things I never believed
The face on you
The smell of you
Will allways be with me
(repeat this verse)