Song For Orphans [Italian translation]

Well, the multitude assembled and tried to make the noise

And black blind poet generals and restless loud white boys

Times grew thin and the axis grew somehow incomplete

Where instead of child lions

We had aging junkie sheep

Well, how many wasted have I seen signed "Hollywood or bust"

They're left to ride them ever-ghostly Arizona gusts

Cheerleader tramps and kids with big amps

Sounding in the void

High society vamps, ex-heavyweight champs

Mistaking soot for soil

So break me now, Big Mama

As Old Faithful breaks the day

Believe me, my good Linda

The aurora will shine your way

The Confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay

The axis needs a stronger arm

Do you feel your muscles play?

Well, the doorstep blanket weaver

Madonna pushes bells

From house to house I see her

Givin' last kisses and wishin' well

To every gypsy mystic hero

That the kids might find a place

Who've been lost forever to mom and pop

On their weekends out in space

Well, sons, they search for fathers

But their fathers are all gone

The lost souls search for saviors

But saviors don't last long

Those nameless, questless renegade brats

Who live their lives in song

They run the length of a candle

With a goodnight whisper, then they're gone

So break me now, Big Mama

As Old Faithful breaks the day

Believe me, my good Linda

The aurora will shine your way

The Confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay

The axis needs a stronger arm

Do you feel your muscles play?

Well, the missions are filled with hermits

They're looking for a friend

The terraces are filled with cat-men

Just lookin' for a way in

There's orphans junked on silver mountains, lost in celestial alleyways

They wait for that old tramp dog man Moses

He takes in all the strays

Now don't you grow on empty legends

Or lonely cradle songs

Billy the Kid was just a Bowery Boy who made a living twirling his guns

The night, she's long and lanky

And she speaks in a mother tongue

She lullabies her refugees

With an amplifier's hum

So break me now, Big Mama

As Old Faithful breaks the day

Believe me, my good Linda

The aurora will shine your way

The Confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay

The axis needs a stronger arm

Do you feel your muscles play?

The Confederacy's in my name now, the hounds are held at bay

The axis needs a stronger arm

Do you feel your muscles play?

• Artist:Bruce Springsteen
• Album:Letter To You