... if you were Jewish and we lived in Germany in Hitler's day, i would hide you in my attic and we would have picnics in the dark and dream about the day we could roam the streets, arm in arm, drinking beer and eating blood sausage...
... if you lived in
Australia when the first settlers arrived, and you were an
Aborigine and i was an English settler's daughter, i would have warned you of the
genocide that was to come. i would have brought you
food and
love and done all i could to
stop the pain...
...if a madman burst into the house tomorrow and said that one of us had to be killed, i would jump in front of his gun and gladly let myself die so you wouldn't be hurt at all...
...but then again, i know you wouldn't want to
live without me, so maybe you could stand in front of the madman's
bullet with me...
...and then maybe you'd die but i'd only be injured, and then i'd have to kill myself for obvious reasons...
...but i'd much prefer to be eating
blood sausage and
bratwurst and be drinking beer on the streets of Germany with you, of course...
I love you, baby