Crippled Child
A home, I've always wanted a home
I've always wanted a home of my own,
I've always wanted a home.
A wife, with eyes of green
And soft white skin,
To bear me a child.
I've always wanted a child
A child, who is good and strong
That would never go wrong
I've always wanted a child
I was present at my childs birth,
I was there, to see him open his eyes
I always wanted a child.
His back, his back is coarse.
And his legs are bent,
I've gone over to my wife.
You've given me the wrong child
I don't want him to die in the home that I own
I don't want him to die
I don't want him to die,
In the home that I own.
Niño lisiado
Un hogar, siempre he querido un hogar
Siempre he querido un hogar propio,
Siempre he querido un hogar.
Una esposa, con ojos verdes
Y piel blanca suave,
Para darme un hijo.
Siempre he querido un hijo.
Un hijo, que sea bueno y fuerte
Que nunca se equivoque
Siempre he querido un hijo.
Estuve presente en el nacimiento de mi hijo,
Estuve allí, para verlo abrir sus ojos
Siempre he querido un hijo.
Su espalda, su espalda es áspera.
Y sus piernas están torcidas,
Me acerqué a mi esposa.
Me has dado al hijo equivocado
No quiero que muera en el hogar que poseo
No quiero que muera
No quiero que muera,
En el hogar que poseo.
Escrita por: A Certain Ratio