Freedom
Dim and wavering
On a wind-blown night
Whose honour, whose anger
Cold and quivering
As was the wind-blown night
Into which she'd fallen, fallen
Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Freedom is standing next to you
My intentions were clear
I was with him
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
Beautiful as you are
With that high spirit
Morning star of evil hit me
Cut me like a knife
Cool and collected
She became that with time
Totally rejected
Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Freedom is standing next to you
My intentions were clear
I was with him
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
It's all in the eyes
It's all in the way that you look
It's all in the way that you say very little
It's all in the way that you talk
Look at me with daggers
It won't do you any good
All the looks that you've used on me
Don't work now that you've fallen, fallen, fallen
Freedom, well it's a thing that is fleeting
Freedom is standing next to you
My intentions were clear
I was with him
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
Look at me with daggers
It won't do you any good
All the looks that you've used on me
Don't work now that you've fallen
All the looks that you've used on me
Don't work now that you've fallen
Freedom
Freedom
Everyone knew
Poor little fool
Poor little fool
Poor little fool
Freedom
Come with me
Poor little fool
Freedom
Libertad
Tenue y vacilante
En una noche soplada por el viento
Cuyo honor, cuya ira
Frío y temblor
Al igual que la noche soplada por el viento
En el que había caído, caído
Libertad, bueno, es algo que es fugaz
La libertad está a tu lado
Mis intenciones eran claras
Estaba con él
Todo el mundo lo sabía
Pobre tonto
Hermosa como tú
Con ese alto espíritu
La estrella de la mañana del mal me golpeó
Córtame como un cuchillo
Enfriar y recoger
Se convirtió en eso con el tiempo
Totalmente rechazado
Libertad, bueno, es algo que es fugaz
La libertad está a tu lado
Mis intenciones eran claras
Estaba con él
Todo el mundo lo sabía
Pobre tonto
Está todo en los ojos
Todo está en la forma en que te ves
Es todo en la forma en que dices muy poco
Todo está en la forma en que hablas
Mírame con dagas
No te servirá de nada
Todas las miradas que has usado en mí
No trabajes ahora que has caído, caído, caído
Libertad, bueno, es algo que es fugaz
La libertad está a tu lado
Mis intenciones eran claras
Estaba con él
Todo el mundo lo sabía
Pobre tonto
Mírame con dagas
No te servirá de nada
Todas las miradas que has usado en mí
No trabajes ahora que te caíste
Todas las miradas que has usado en mí
No trabajes ahora que te caíste
Libertad
Libertad
Todo el mundo lo sabía
Pobre tonto
Pobre tonto
Pobre tonto
Libertad
Ven conmigo
Pobre tonto
Libertad
Composição: D. McHugh / Mike Campbell / Stevie Nicks