В гетто As the snow flies On a cold and gray Chicago mornin' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there's one thing that she don't need it's another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto
People, don't you understand the child needs a helping hand or he'll grow to be an angry young man some day Take a look at you and me, are we too blind to see, do we simply turn our heads and look the other way
Well the world turns and a hungry little boy with a runny nose plays in the street as the cold wind blows In the ghetto
And his hunger burns so he starts to roam the streets at night and he learns how to steal and he learns how to fight In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation a young man breaks away He buys a gun, steals a car, tries to run, but he don't get far And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers 'round an angry young man face down on the street with a gun in his hand In the ghetto
As her young man dies, on a cold and gray Chicago mornin', another little baby child is born In the ghetto
Снег летит Серым и холодным чикагским утром Родился бедный маленький мальчик В гетто. И его мама плачет. Ведь меньше всего ей нужен Еще один голодный рот, который нужно накормить В гетто.
Люди, неужели вы не понимаете, Что ребенку нужна рука помощи, Иначе однажды он вырастет злым молодым человеком. Посмотри на меня и на себя, Мы слепы, чтобы увидеть. Мы просто отворачиваем наши головы и смотрим в другую сторону.
Что ж, мир меняется. И маленький голодный мальчишка с сопливым носом Играет на улице, где дует холодный ветер В гетто.
А его голод усиливается. И он начинает бродить ночью на улицах Учится грабить, Учится драться В гетто
Однажды ночью в отчаянии Молодой человек срывается. Покупает пистолет, крадет машину Пытается убежать, но далеко не уходит, И его мама плачет.
Собирается толпа вокруг озлобленного молодого человека Лежащего вниз лицом на улице с пистолетом в руках В гетто.
И молодой человек умирает. Серым и холодным чикагским утром рождается другой маленький мальчик В гетто In the ghetto
In the ghetto As the snow flies On the cold and gray Chicago mornin ' A poor little baby child is born In the ghetto And his mama cries 'cause if there is one thing it's another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto
People, don't you understand the child needs a helping hand young man some day Take a look at you and me, are we too blind to see, do we simply turn our heads and look the other way
Well the world turns and a hungry little boy wind blows In the ghetto
And his hunger burns ros learn how to steal and he learns how to fight In the ghetto
Then one night in desperation a young man breaks away He buys a gun, steals a car, tries to run And his mama cries
As a crowd gathers' round an angry young man face down on the street In the ghetto
As her young man dies, on a cold and gray Chicago mornin ', another little baby child is born In the ghetto
Snow flies Gray and cold chicago morning Born a poor little boy In the ghetto. And his mother is crying. After all, the least she needs Another hungry mouth to feed In the ghetto.
People don't you understand That a child needs a helping hand, Otherwise, one day he will grow up an evil young man. Look at me and at yourself We are blind to see. We just turn our heads and look the other way.
Well, the world is changing. And the little hungry boy with a snotty nose Playing outside where the cold wind blows In the ghetto.
And his hunger is increasing. And he starts to wander at night in the streets. Learns to rob, Learning to fight In the ghetto
One night in despair The young man breaks loose. Buying a gun, stealing a car He tries to run away, but he does not go far, and his mother cries.
A crowd gathers around an embittered young man. Lying down face down in the street with a gun in hand In the ghetto.
And the young man dies. On a gray and cold chicago morning another little boy is born. In the ghetto