She stands upon the steeples stairs While men remove her clothes for those who watch in mobs. This place without a soul who cares Applauds the girl as she looks up and sobs.
The tears cascade along her sunless face, And fall beside her bare and bleeding feet. With every step the pure is torn from grace While people shout and crush her in the street.
Her skin is torn as bones reduce to dust, Her name is lost, replaced by “slut” and “whore”. Accused of theft and judged by those who lust And long to wrap the world in chains once more.
She pays the price for laws she did not break, For those in crowns who wish to keep their gold. Deprived of virtues the world would take As products of the time that justice sold.
No dignity to cherish, No honor to be earned. Solidarity will perish
No dignity to cherish, Solidarity will perish
While eyes stay blind and turned. Blind and turnedTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
