Stephen Flaherty - The Night that Goldman Spoke at Union Square [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

EMMA GOLDMAN (spoken):
I have just arrived from Lawrence, Massachusetts where, eight weeks ago, the workers there went on strike. They are starving, their children are dying, but they are holding firm - and we must support them

YOUNGER BROTHER:
It was winter in New York
As the snow began to fall
And the workmen's hall had not a seat to spare
When a young man stepped inside
Just to warm himself, was all
The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square

EMMA (spoken):
What is happening in Lawrence is happening everywhere. Let us at last make this the land of opportunity for all people, not just the owners. The land of opportunity for Tateh and his Little Girl. We cannot rest!

YOUNGER BROTHER:
She was speaking loud and fast
Through a haze of noise and heat
And the smell of sweat and anger in the air
The police were standing by
But the crowd was on its feet
The night that Goldman spoke at Union Square

EMMA:
You!

YOUNGER BROTHER:
He thought he heard her say

EMMA:
What brings you here today

EMMA, ENSEMBLE:
Poor young rich boy

EMMA:
Masturbates for a Vaudeville tart
What a waste of a fiery heart
Dear

YOUNGER BROTHER:
He thought she said

EMMA, ENSEMBLE:
Poor young bourgeois

EMMA:
There are things that you've never thought
Come to Emma and you'll be taught
Here

YOUNGER BROTHER:
His head was spinning

EMMA, ENSEMBLE:
People feathered and tarred, my friend
Unions broken and why for
Children laboring, women still enslaved
Leave your little backyard, my friend
There are causes to die for

ENSEMBLE:
Strike!

YOUNGER BROTHER:
In the gutters of the city
I have tried to find some meaning

ENSEMBLE:
Strike!

YOUNGER BROTHER:
In the arms of fallen women
In the thought of suicide

ENSEMBLE:
Strike!

YOUNGER BROTHER:
Like a firework unexploded
Wanting life but never knowing how -

EMMA:
My brother
Life has meaning
I'll show you how -

YOUNGER BROTHER:
-Till now

EMMA:
My brother, you are
With us now

YOUNGER BROTHER:
He was calling out her name
Shouting what, he did not know
And he found that he was standing on a chair
With a heart as clean and new
As the freshly fallen snow
The night that Goldman spoke -

EMMA (spoken):
I've been waiting for you

YOUNGER BROTHER:
- At Union Square

WORKERS (spoken):
Strike! Strike! Strike! Strike!

TATEH (spoken):
I hate you, goddamned America!

LITTLE GIRL (spoken):
Tateh! Tateh!