Friday`s child — текст песни (Will Young)

We`ve been told to live our lives
Just working on a feeling
Waiting for the sun to shine on what
We do believe in
In every man
I hear the cry of someone else
A drowning man reaching out
But no-one hears
I know a man living out his life
Without a reason
And he says...

Monday`s got a beautiful baby
And Wednesday`s child can never win
Little Saturday will work till he`s crazy
But Friday`s child was born to give

Now what about all the unborn people that will suffer
At the hands of Mr. Right
Who cares about no other
I see a mother who lets her children use her up
I know a father to sacrifices his wayward son
I wonder
What you give that someone else is needing nothing
Next to nothing

Monday`s got a beautiful baby
And Wednesday`s child can never win
Little Saturday will work till he`s crazy
But Friday`s child was born to give