Перевод песни Flobots – Anne Braden
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From the color of the faces in Sunday songs To the hatred they raised all their youngsters on Once upon a time in this country, long ago She knew there was something wrong Because the song said «Yellow, red, black and white Every one precious in the path of Christ» But what about the daughter of the woman cleaning their house? Wasn't, she a child they were singing about? And if Jesus loves us, black and white skin Why didn't her white mother invite them in? When did it become a room for no blacks to step in? How did she already know not to ask the question? Left lasting impressions Adolescent's comfort's gone She never thought things would ever change But, she always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong Years later, she found herself Mississippi bound to help Stop the legalized lynching of Mr. Willie McGee; But they couldn't stop it, so they thought that they'd talk to the governor about what happened And say «We're tired of being used as an excuse to kill black men» But the cops wouldn't let 'em past And these women, they struck 'em as uppity So they hauled 'em all off to jail And they called it protective custody Then from her cell she heard her jailers grumbling about «outsiders» When she called 'em out and said she was from the South, they shouted «Why is a nice, Southern lady making trouble for the governor?» She said, «I guess I'm not your type of lady, and I guess I'm not your type of Southerner But before you call me traitor, well it's plain as just to say I was a child in Mississippi but I'm ashamed of it today» She always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong And all of a sudden I realized that I was on the other side Imagine the world that you're standing within All of your neighbors and family friends How would you cope, facing the fact The flesh on their hands, was tainted with sin? She faced this every day People she saw on a regular basis People she loved, in several cases People she knew were incredibly racist It was painful, but she never stopped loving them Never stopped calling their names And she never stopped being a Southern woman And she never stopped fighting for change And she saw that her struggle was in the tradition of ancestors never aware of her It continues today; the soul of a Southerner, born of the other America She always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong She always knew there was something wrong What you win in the immediate battles is- is little compared to the effort you put into it, but if you see that as a part of this total movement to build a new world, you know what cathedral you're building when you put your stone in You do have a choice! You don't have to be a part of the world of the lynchers You can... join the other America There is another America!