Текст песни Sister Sinead

I’m singing this song for my sister sinead Concerning the god awful mess that she made When she told them her truth just as hard as she could Her message profoundly was misunderstood There’s humans entrusted with guarding our gold And humans in charge of the saving of souls And humans responded all over the world Condemning that bald headed brave little girl And maybe she’s crazy and maybe she ain’t But so was picasso and so were the saints And she’s never been partial to shackles or chains She’s too old for breaking and too young to tame It’s askin’ for trouble to stick out your neck In terms of a target a big silhouette But some candles flicker and some candles fade And some burn as true as my sister sinead And maybe she’s crazy and maybe she ain’t But so was picasso and so were the saints And she’s never been partial to shackles or chains She’s too old for breaking and too young to tame