Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Barabbas, artist - David Olney. Album song The Stone, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 19.03.2012
Record label: Deadbeet
Song language: English
Barabbas |
Some work and slave for all of their days |
And they’ll do anything whatever it pays |
Some of us search and we find other ways |
Me, I turned to thieving |
A little bit here and a little bit there |
Always some danger but i didn’t care |
As long as I felt I was getting my share |
That’s all I ever believed in |
From the day I was born I understood |
One way or another I’d wind up no good |
One night I got caught, always knew that I would |
The charges were robbery and murder |
I broke into a house for money and jewels |
Some old man tried to stop me, poor misguided fool |
I killed him and left him in his own bloody pool |
I ran but was caught by the soldiers |
They bound me and beat me and put me on trial |
It was all cut and dried, it took a short while |
«Have you anything to say?» |
I only smiled |
And said, «Judge, let’s get this over.» |
I was led from the courtroom and back to my cell |
For a man 'bout to die I was taking it well |
With no hope of heaven and no fear of hell |
Only silence and darkness forever |
I awoke from a dream in the middle of the night |
The door burst open and in streamed the light |
A man was thrown in more dead than alive |
On his face I could see the blood glisten |
I could tell at a glance he’d been beat black and blue |
He lay their unconscious but then he came to |
I said, «Tell me, friend, what on earth did you do.» |
He said, «I told them but they wouldn’t listen.» |
Told them what?" I asked but he didn’t speak again |
He just lay there quiet in his blood and his pain |
The morning broke, it was starting to rain |
The guards come in and they got us |
Out to the courtyard in the cool morning air |
A crowd was waiting. |
Why were they there? |
Two small-time losers, what did they care? |
I’d have thought they’d already forgot us |
The next thing I heard was the governor’s own voice |
He raised up his hands and the mob ceased its noise |
«According to custom I’m giving you the choice |
Which of these men should I pardon?» |
The mob went crazy and cried out my name |
Shouting, «Give us Barabas!» |
again and again |
The governor sighed and said, «My hands are clean.» |
The mob shouted, «Give us Barabas!» |
But what kind of freedom is this that is mine? |
To spend all my days in search of a sign |
To have my life saved and to never know why |
To owe such a debt to a stranger |
I will go with the wind to a far distant land |
I will not cease my wandering til I understand |
I will tell everyone, every woman and man |
Of the strange things I have beheld here |
Of the strange things I have beheld here |