Just a broken song of freedom And the closing of a door No one's missin' till you need 'em Ain't no fun to sing that song no more
song of freedom he was never fighting for No one's listenin' when you need 'em ain't no fun to sing that song no more Got a song about the sister waitin
Prevod: Kris Kristofferson. Broken Freedom Song.
See the ruin on the hill where the smoke is hanging still Like an echo of an age long forgotten; There's a story of a home crushed beneath those blackened
Well you fight like the devil to just keep your head above water Chained to whatever you got that you can't throw away And you're shootin' through
Shandy was somebody's daughter drivin' to something insane They busted her crossin' the border swift as a sniff of cocaine All she could pay was attention
Anymore it doesn't matter who's right or wrong We've been injuring each other for much too long And it's too late to try to save what might have been
Sandinista you can hold your head up high You have given back their freedom you have lived up to your name Sandinista may your spirit never die Hold
He said do you really believe in freedom I said I do he said oh what about me And the man said do you really believe in freedom I said I do he said
There's a silence full of stars for as far as I can see In the silence where you are do you ever dream of me The moon is dark the night is silver wild
[ Kris Kristofferson ] The scene was a small roadside cafe the waitress was sweepin' the floor Two truck drivers drinking their coffee and two Okie
They're killing babies in the name of freedom We've been down that sorry road before They let us hang around a little longer than they should have
Just a broken song of freedom, and the closing of a door, no one's missin' till you need 'em ain't no fun to sing that song no more.
Was it wonderful for you was it holy as it was for me Did you feel the hand of destiny that was guidin' us together You were young enough to dream
