There are subtitles, but the chorus gets under your skin, and the singer's power and style make it unnecessary for a translation.
I am reminded of a parent in our school. She always referred to her husband as
"Mr. ____." She never referred to him on a first-name basis when speaking of him. The kids loved to spin tales about the teachers, so their father could go on a rampage at the school, because that meant his anger was aimed at someone other than them.
This family has several sons and one daughter. What kind of monsters will the boys develop into, with that kind of role model? What kind of mate will the daughter look for? From her perspective, is love always black and blue?
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| photo by Bianca Inez |
