I need you, Sasha!
I need you. Me!
Emma Goldman, natural propagandist
Emma Goldman, inciter of crowds
Emma Goldman, rally-er of troops
Woman of words words words words words!
I need you. Don’t you need me?
Three years and you know so little of my soul

If you’re blown to pieces I want to be blown to pieces
If you’re ripped to shreds I want to be ripped to shreds

But that’s not what happens, is it?
I don’t die with you, Sasha
I live on and on and on
And all for what?

A shift. A change. Our beautiful ideal

And will the world be worth it?
Worth the sacrifice of Sasha and Emma?

Yes

Though my soul will be blown to pieces
Though my heart will be ripped to shreds
I will incite the crowds, and rally the troops
And be a woman of words words words words words
And the old ways will rot into nothingness
And thе masses will form new systems
And this sacrificе we’re making
Will bring forth such greatness
That your life and my love
Will have been just a small price to pay
Just a small, small price, my Sasha
Yours, always
Emma