[00:00.00] 作词 : Anaïs Mitchell
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Anaïs Mitchell
[00:21.77]I could tell you stories like the government tells lies
[00:25.94]Oh
[00:26.56]But no one listens any more
[00:30.50]In the rooms the women come and go
[00:33.50]Talking on the mobile phones
[00:34.82]And the television talks about the war
[00:40.73]When I was a baby there was laughter in my house
[00:44.91]And my daddy smoked domestic cigarettes
[00:49.84]Thursday nights on the radio live in concert
[00:54.05]Live from Cairo
[00:56.05]Mother of Egypt
[01:00.03]Mama
[01:01.13]Mama
[01:02.04]Be with me
[01:03.58]With the music in your breast
[01:06.47]In your glittering evening dress
[01:08.90]And the white flag in your fist trembling
[01:33.86]I could tell you stories like the past was dead and gone
[01:38.16]But I know nothing changes in this world
[01:42.80]Every day the muezzin calls
[01:45.15]Sun comes up and Baghdad falls
[01:47.79]Before the eyes of storytelling girls
[01:52.69]She was just a poor man's daughter
[01:57.20]Going down into the sultan's bed
[02:02.35]He was desert
[02:04.50]She was a water
[02:06.72]And he remembered every word she said
[02:09.87]She said and I say
[02:11.35]Grandma
[02:12.39]Grandma
[02:13.69]Be with me
[02:15.53]In your tragic wedding gown
[02:18.10]With your long hair hanging down
[02:20.50]And the stories tumbling out
[02:22.67]Tumbling
[02:35.72]I could tell you stories like the government tells lies
[02:39.87]Oh
[02:40.09]But no one listens any more
[02:44.50]In the rooms the women come and go
[02:47.60]Talking on the mobile phones
[02:48.88]And the television talks about the war
[02:52.67]About the war
[02:54.20]And the television talks about the war

作词 : Anaïs Mitchell
作曲 : Anaïs Mitchell
I could tell you stories like the government tells lies
Oh
But no one listens any more
In the rooms the women come and go
Talking on the mobile phones
And the television talks about the war
When I was a baby there was laughter in my house
And my daddy smoked domestic cigarettes
Thursday nights on the radio live in concert
Live from Cairo
Mother of Egypt
Mama
Mama
Be with me
With the music in your breast
In your glittering evening dress
And the white flag in your fist trembling
I could tell you stories like the past was dead and gone
But I know nothing changes in this world
Every day the muezzin calls
Sun comes up and Baghdad falls
Before the eyes of storytelling girls
She was just a poor man's daughter
Going down into the sultan's bed
He was desert
She was a water
And he remembered every word she said
She said and I say
Grandma
Grandma
Be with me
In your tragic wedding gown
With your long hair hanging down
And the stories tumbling out
Tumbling
I could tell you stories like the government tells lies
Oh
But no one listens any more
In the rooms the women come and go
Talking on the mobile phones
And the television talks about the war
About the war
And the television talks about the war