Речь Мартина Лютера Кинга
 [bad word] to this magnificent house of worship tonight
because my conscience leaves me no other choice.

[bad word] revolution of values will lay hands on the world order and say of war:
«This way of settling differences is not just».

This business of burning human beings with napalm,
filling our nation's homes with orphans and widows,

of injecting poisonous [bad word] of hate
into the veins of people normally humane,

sending men home from dark and bloody battlefields physically handicapped and
psychologically deranged, cannot be reconciled with wisdom, justice and love.

You were standing in the wake of devastation
And you were waiting on the edge of the unknown
And with the the cataclysm raining down
Your inside's crying 'save me now'
You were there impossibly alone

Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope of failures all you've known
Remember all the sadness and [bad word] 
And let it go

And in a burst of light that blinded every angel
As if the sky had blown all the heavens into stars
You felt the gravity of temper grace falling into empty space
No one there to catch you in their arms

Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?
You build up hope of failures all you've known
Remember all the sadness and [bad word] 
And let it go