Tekstovi: David Rovics. My Daughter.

She was picking yellow flowers
Smiling at the sunlight
Weaving stems to make a necklace
Working hard to get it all right
She reached out to trade it
For the bread her mama brought her
And when I looked into her eyes, I saw my daughter

Her feet were bare as mine were
When I grew up in the country
And just like her I watched my mother
Hanging out the laundry
Now she's grabbed some clothes and darted off
And her mama chased and caught her
And when I looked into her eyes, I saw my daughter

She's running down the alleyway
Dust rising up behind her
She hides beneath the rubble
Where nobody can find her
And when she tires and walks back home
Mama tells her that she loves her
And when I looked into her eyes, I saw my daughter

And when the sun sets she is hungry
But there's no more bread to give her
The cement floor is cold tonight
And beneath the rags she shivers
And as the jet planes scorch the sky
She's longing for her brother
As the bombs fall in the distance
She wonders, will the next one fall much closer
It's not so far to Baghdad
And I could be her father
'Cause when I looked into her eyes, I saw my daughter
When I looked into her eyes, I saw my daughte