Текст Lin–Manuel Miranda – Hurricane

Hamilton:
In the eye of a hurricane
There is quiet
For just a moment

When I was seventeen a hurricane
Destroyed my town
I didn’t drown
I couldn’t seem to die

I wrote my way out
Wrote everything down far as I could see
I wrote my way out
I looked up and the town had its eyes on me

They passed a plate around
Total strangers
Moved to kindness by my story
Raised enough for me to book passage on a
Ship that was New York bound…

I wrote my way out of hell
I wrote my way to revolution
I was louder than the crack in the bell
I wrote Eliza love letters until she fell
I wrote about The Constitution and defended it well
And in the face of ignorance and resistance
I wrote financial systems into existence
And when my prayers to God were met with indifference
I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance

In the eye of a hurricane
There is quiet
For just a moment

I was twelve when my mother died
She was holding me
We were sick and she was holding me
I couldn’t seem to die

Burr:
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it…

Hamilton:
I’ll write my way out…

Burr and Ensemble:
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it…

Hamilton:
Write ev’rything down, far as I can see…

Burr and Ensemble (Washington/Eliza/Angelica/Maria):
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait… (History has its eyes on you)

Hamilton:
I’ll write my way out…
Overwhelm them with honesty
This is the eye of the hurricane, this is the only
Way I can protect my legacy…

Company (Except Hamilton):
Wait for it, wait for it, wait for it, wait…

Hamilton:
The Reynolds Pamphlet