Ах да, чуть не забыла поделиться :)

[dancing-with-madness]

Не знала, что он еще и поет.

Текст

One morning in June some twenty years ago
I was born a rich man's son.
I had everything that money could buy
but freedom I had none.

I've been looking for freedom
I've been looking so long

I've been looking for freedom
still the search goes on.
I've been looking for freedom since I left my home town

I've been looking for freedom
still it can't be found.

I headed down the track
my baggage on my back

I left the city far behind.
Walking down the road with my heavy load

Trying to find some peace of mind.
Father said: You'll be sorry
son
if you leave your home this way

And when you realize the freedom money buys
You'll come running home some day.

I've been looking for freedom
I've been looking so long
...

I paid a lotta dues
had plenty to lose
travelling across the land.
Worked on a farm
got some muscle in my arm

But still I'm not a self-made man.
I'll be on the run for many years to come

I'll be searching door to door.
But
given some time
some day I'm gonna find
The freedom I've been looking for.