Democracy (исполнитель: Leonard Cohen)
[bad word] through a hole in the air, From those nights in Tiananmen Square. [bad word] from the feel That this ain't exactly real, Or it's real, but it ain't exactly there. From the wars against disorder, From the sirens night and day, From the fires of the homeless, From the ashes of the [bad word] Democracy [bad word] to the U.S.A. [bad word] through a crack in the wall; On a visionary flood of alcohol; From the staggering account Of the Sermon on the Mount Which I don't pretend to understand at all. [bad word] from the silence On the dock of the bay, From the brave, the bold, the battered Heart of Chevrolet: Democracy [bad word] to the U.S.A. [bad word] from the sorrow in the street, The holy places where the races meet; From the homicidal [bad word] That goes down in every kitchen To determine who will serve and who will eat. From the wells of disappointment Where the women kneel to pray For the grace of God in the desert here And the desert far away: Democracy [bad word] to the U.S.A. Sail on, sail on O mighty Ship of State! To the Shores of Need Past the Reefs of Greed Through the Squalls of Hate Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on. [bad word] to America first, The cradle of the best and of the worst. It's here they got the range And the machinery for change And it's here they got the spiritual thirst. It's here the family's broken And it's here the lonely say That the heart has got to open In a fundamental way: Democracy [bad word] to the U.S.A. [bad word] from the women and the men. O baby, we'll be making love again. We'll be going down so deep The river's going to weep, And the mountain's going to shout Amen! [bad word] like the tidal flood Beneath the lunar sway, Imperial, mysterious, In amorous array: Democracy [bad word] to the U.S.A. Sail on, sail on ... I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean I love the country but I can't stand the scene. And I'm neither left or right I'm just staying home tonight, Getting lost in that hopeless little screen. But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags That Time cannot decay, I'm junk but I'm still holding up This little wild bouquet: Democracy [bad word] to the U.S.A.