Bruce Dickinson - 1000 Points of Light [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

You can sail in the desert
With a ship of fools
You can smuggle in Moses
And his book of rules
But you can't take a mother
And give her back her son
What kind of freedom is
Bought with a gun?

People like to build their prison walls
When they're afraid to look inside
A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won't bring the dead
Back from the cold

Political speeches
They're lying in the mud
Nothing else matters
But money and blood
Tyranny of freedom is do what you like
There's a world gone crazy
Cause it can't say no

People like to build their prison walls
When they're afraid to look inside
A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won't bring the dead
Back from the cold

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won't bring the dead
Back from the cold

There should be time for love
But there's too much room for hate
Too sliding of the truth
Too much abuse of wasted youth
There's a time for dying
And a time for living too
I've had enough of media lies
Had enough of your alibis

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won't bring the dead
Back from the cold

A thousand points of light
Are the muzzle flashes in the night
And the freedoms you profess to hold
Won't bring the dead
Back from the cold