ترانه:
Sinead O Connor Universal Mother

flown from the Universe From there they're lifted by the hands of angels God gives them the stars to use as ladders She hears their calls She is mother

A Perfect Indian is he Remembering him life is sweet Like a weeping willow His face on my pillow Comes to me still in my dreams And there I saw a young

I do think that women could make politics irrelevant. By as a kind of spontaneous cooperative action, the like of which we have never seen. Which is

In this heart lies for you A lark born only for you Who sings only to you My love My love My love I am waiting for you For only to adore you My heart

a whisper I let tears fall like rain Apple-sized they were All over her And through all of those times When you could have died This is what you find There's life outside your mother

I'm not no red football To be kicked around the garden No no I'm a red christmas-tree ball And I'm fragile I'm not no animal Though I am to you I'm not

Thank you for hearing me Thank you for hearing me Thank you for hearing me Thank you for hearing me Thank you for loving me Thank you for loving me