| Janis Ian |
| Breaking silence |
| Tattoo |
| Her new name was tattooed to her wrist |
| It was longer than the old one |
| Sealed in the silence with a fist |
| This night will be a cold one |
| Centuries live in her eyes |
| Destiny laughs over jack-booted thighs |
| «Work makes us free», says the sign |
| Nothing leaves here alive |
| Tattoo |
| She steps out of line to the left |
| And her father to the right |
| One side’s a cold, clean death |
| The other is an endless night |
| Gold from a grandmother’s tooth |
| Mountains of jewelry and toys |
| Piled in the corners |
| Mailed across the borders |
| Presents for the girls and boys |
| Presents for the girls and boys |
| Tattoo |
| It gets darker every night |
| Spread-eagled out among the stars, she says |
| «Somewhere in this tunnel lives a light |
| «Still my beating heart |
| «I have never known a man |
| «what man would want me now? |
| «am I still alive somehow? |
| «If I can survive somehow |
| «tattooed» |
| Soldiers from the other side' |
| Liberated them at dawn |
| Gave he water, gave her life |
| She still had all her clothes on |
| She lived until she died |
| Empty as the autumn leaves that fly |
| Surgeons took the mark |
| But they could not take it far |
| It was written on her heart |
| Written on her empty heart |
| Tattooed |