Текст песни: Minnesota 1945 + перевод

And this is what she told me

And this is my story

I was born in Minnesota in 1945

And there were guns in Northern Africa

And guns in central Italy

There were men in the South Pacific

Losing their lives

My mother was a black woman

And my father was a white man

And in the middle of a Midwestern winter

They took cover in the night

And he fumbled with his apartment keys

And she searched for conversation pieces

And they sat down in his living room

And the world disappeared

You are the burlap sack, You are Indian silk

You are the terror and comfort of night

You are white and black, and I am chocolate milk

I am the breadth, and you are the height

You are all of the evil and the kindness I have seen…

And I am the in-between

And they talked about injustice

And they talked about freedom

And they talked about Hitler

And made love to piss him off

And they talked about forgiveness

And they cried for their loneliness

And they talked about belonging- immigrant lives

You are the burlap sack, You are Indian silk

You are the terror and comfort of night

You are white and black, and I am chocolate milk

I am the breadth, and you are the height

You are all of the evil and the kindness I have seen…

And I am the in-between

And the snow raged past the window

And they held on to each other

And they stared out at Minnesota

And everything looked the same

And this is what she told me

These many years later

I was born in Minnesota in 1945

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