Wendy played fair, and she played by the rules that they gave her;
They say she grew up and grew old -- Peter Pan couldn't save her.
They say she went home, and she never looked back,
Got her feet on the ground, got her life on its track.
She's the patron saint priestess of all the lost girls who got found.
And she once had her head in the clouds, but she died on the ground.
Dorothy just wanted something that she could believe in,
A gray dustbowl girl in a life she was better off leavin'.
She made her escape, went from gray into green,
And she could have got clear, and she could have got clean,
But she chose to be good and go back to the gray Kansas sky
Where color's a fable and freedom's a fairy tale lie.
Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
Susan and Lucy, we're calling your names,
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf.
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free.
So do as you like -- we're determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves.
Alice got lost, and I guess that we really can't blame her;
They say she got tangled and tied in the lies that became her.
They say she went mad, and she never complained,
For there's peace of a kind in a life unconstrained.
She gives Cheshire kisses, she's easy with white rabbit smiles,
And she'll never be free, but she's won herself safe for a while.
Susan and Lucy were queens, and they ruled well and proudly.
They honored their land and their lord, rang the bells long and loudly.
They never once asked to return to their lives
To be children and chattel and mothers and wives,
But the land cast them out in a lesson that only one learned;
And one queen said 'I am not a toy', and she never returned.
Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
Susan and Lucy, we're calling your names,
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf.
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free.
So do as you like -- we're determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves.
Mandy's a pirate, and Mia weaves silk shrouds for faeries,
And Deborah will pour you red wine pressed from sweet poisoned berries.
Kate poses riddles and Mary plays tricks,
While Kaia builds towers from brambles and sticks,
And the rules that we live by are simple and clear:
Be wicked and lovely and don't live in fear --
Dorothy, Alice and Wendy and Jane,
Susan and Lucy, we're calling your names,
All the Lost Girls who came out of the rain
And chose to go back on the shelf.
Tinker Bell says, and I find I agree
You have to break rules if you want to break free.
So do as you like -- we're determined to be
Wicked girls saving ourselves.
For we will be wicked and we will be fair
And they'll call us such names, and we really won't care,
So go, tell your Wendys, your Susans, your Janes,
There's a place they can go if they're tired of chains,
And our roads may be golden, or broken, or lost,
But we'll walk on them willingly, knowing the cost --
We won't take our place on the shelves.
It's better to fly and it's better to die
Say the wicked girls saving ourselves.
Венди играла честно, играла по правилам, как положено:
она выросла, вышла замуж, она кормила дочку мороженым,
она не смотрела в окно - Питер Пэн не вернулся за ней,
как по канату над бездной, она шла по цепочке дней,
высшая жрица всех тех, кто потерялся-и-найден-вновь,
когда-то она витала в небесах -
но это было давно.
Элли мечтала о чуде - простая дочь фермера из штата К.,
и чудо случилось, стучало, звенело подковками в башмачках,
из серого мира - в волшебно-зеленый и чистый, как изумруд,
и она могла бы сказать - отстаньте, и могла бы остаться тут,
но привычка всегда быть хорошей девочкой неизбывна и глубока:
назад, в эту пыль, в эти серые травы,
под серые облака.
Элли, Алиса, и Люси, и Сью,
Венди и Джейн - мы зовем вас, мы помним,
хочешь свободы - играй не по правилам,
домик соломенный сдуй.
плюй на условность, танцуй на краю,
сказки послушно остались на полках,
вдаль по дороге из желтого гравия
плохие девчонки идут.
Алиса взяла - потерялась - исчезла в глубинах огромной норы,
где Лондон - столица Парижа, Париж - столица Рима, а Рим -
столица... но, впрочем, не важно, слишком много правил и так,
Алиса сошла с ума, и значит - ее жизнь легка и проста.
она с Мартовским Зайцем пьет чай, Герцогине машет рукой,
она никогда не будет свободна, но
она заслужила покой.
Сьюзан и Люси были коронованы, и правили мудро и честно,
они любили свой народ, свою землю, каждый клочок пустыни и леса,
они никогда не просили послать их домой, назад,
в войной потрепанный Лондон, где от дыма щиплет глаза,
но мир их выбросил прочь - как ненужный хлам, как старый приемник без видео,
и одна королева сказала "я не игрушка!" -
и больше ее не видели.
Элли, Алиса, и Люси, и Сью,
Венди и Джейн - мы зовем вас, мы помним,
хочешь свободы - играй не по правилам,
домик соломенный сдуй.
плюй на условность, танцуй на краю,
сказки послушно остались на полках,
вдаль по дороге из желтого гравия
плохие девчонки идут.
Мэнди - пиратка, Миа прядет белый шелк для фей из речной страны,
Дебора напоит вас красным вином из ягод волчьего лыка и бузины,
Кейт загадает загадку, Мэри достанет монету из вашего уха,
Кайя построит шалаш из веток, где мягко, тепло и сухо,
и мы будем жить долго и счастливо у истоков волшебных вод:
будь плохой, будь собой, и не бойся совсем ничего.
Элли, Алиса, и Люси, и Сью,
Венди и Джейн - мы зовем вас, мы помним,
хочешь свободы - играй не по правилам,
домик соломенный сдуй.
плюй на условность, танцуй на краю,
сказки послушно остались на полках,
вдаль по дороге из желтого гравия
плохие девчонки идут.
мы будем плохими, все так, но мы будем честны,
нас будут хвалить и ругать, - но какое нам дело до них?
иди и скажи всем Алисам, всем Элли, всем Сью:
в мире много дорог, и ты можешь выбрать свою,
из блестящих камней, из колючек и из песка,
шагая по ней, ты держишь свою судьбу, свою книгу в своих руках,
и начинаешь ее простыми словами -
"плохие девчонки свободны, потому что спасают себя сами".
under the gray clouds.
Ellie, Alice, and Lucy, and Sue,
Wendy and Jane - we call you, we remember
if you want freedom - play against the rules
blow the straw house.
spit on convention, dance on the edge
fairy tales obediently remained on the shelves,
yellow gravel road
bad girls are coming.
Alice took - lost - disappeared into the depths of a huge hole,
where London is the capital of Paris, Paris is the capital of Rome, and Rome is
the capital ... but, however, it doesn’t matter, there are too many rules, and so,
Alice lost her mind, which means her life is easy and simple.
she drinks tea with the March Hare, the Duchess waves her hand,
she will never be free but
she deserved peace.
Susan and Lucy were crowned, and ruled wisely and honestly,
they loved their people, their land, every patch of desert and forest,
they never asked to send them home, back,
in war the battered London, where the eyes gnaw from smoke,
but the world threw them away - like unnecessary rubbish, like an old receiver without video,
and one queen said "I'm not a toy!" -
and they didn’t see her again.
Ellie, Alice, and Lucy, and Sue,
Wendy and Jane - we call you, we remember
if you want freedom - play against the rules
blow the straw house.
spit on convention, dance on the edge
fairy tales obediently remained on the shelves,
yellow gravel road
bad girls are coming.
Mandy is a pirate, Mia spins white silk for fairies from a river country,
Deborah will make you drink red wine from the berries of a wolf bast and elderberry,
Kate will make a riddle, Mary will take a coin from your ear,
Kaya will build a hut from branches, where it’s soft, warm and dry,
and we will live happily ever after at the source of magical waters:
be bad, be yourself, and don't be afraid of anything at all.
Ellie, Alice, and Lucy, and Sue,
Wendy and Jane - we call you, we remember
if you want freedom - play against the rules
blow the straw house.
spit on convention, dance on the edge
fairy tales obediently remained on the shelves,
yellow gravel road
bad girls are coming.
we will be bad, that's it, but we will be honest
they will praise and scold us - but what do we care about them?
go and tell all Alice, all Ellie, all Sue:
there are many roads in the world, and you can choose your own,
from brilliant stones, from thorns and from sand,
walking along it, you hold your fate, your book in your hands,
and start it with simple words -
"bad girls are free because they save themselves."