U2 – Bullet The Blue Sky

In the howlin’ wind
Comes a stingin’ rain
See it drivin’ nails
Into the souls on the tree of pain.

From the firefly
A red orange glow
See the face of fear
Runnin’ scared in the valley below.

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue.

In the locust wind
Comes a rattle and hum.
Jacob wrestled the angel
And the angel was overcome.

You plant a demon seed
You raise a flower of fire.
We see them burnin’ crosses
See the flames, higher and higher.

Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue.

Now this guy comes up to me
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colours of a royal flush
And he’s peelin’ off those dollar bills
(Slappin’ ’em down)
One hundred, two hundred.

And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts as children sleep
Through the alleys of a quiet city street.
Up the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into his saxophone
And through the walls you hear the city groan.
Outside, is America
Outside, is America
America.

See across the field
See the sky ripped open
See the rain comin’ through the gapin’ wound
Howlin’ the women and children
Who run into the arms
Of America.

Album_U2 - The Joshua Tree

Prevod pesme

Ukidaju plavo nebo

Na strašnom vetru
Stiže kiša koja peče
Vidi kako zariva nokte
U duše na drvetu patnje.

Od svica
crveno narandžasti odsjaj
Vidi lice straha
Kako prestrašeno trči po dolini.

Ukidaju plavo nebo
Ukidaju plavo nebo
Ukidaju plavo
Ukidaju plavo.

Uz najezdu skakavaca
stiže klepet i zujanje.
Jakov se rvao sa anđelom
I taj anđeo je savladan.

Vi sejete demonsko seme
Vi uzgajate cvet vatre.
Mi vidimo te krstove kako gore
Vidi plamen, sve viši i viši.

Ukidaju plavo nebo
Ukidaju plavo nebo
Ukidaju plavo
Ukidaju plavo.

Sad mi ovaj tip prilazi
Lica crvenog kao ruža na trnovitom žbunu
Kao sve boje u rojal flešu
A on lista novčanice
(Baca ih dole)
Sto, dve stotine.

I vidim one borbene avione
I vidim one borbene avione
Preko zemljanih baraka, dok deca spavaju
Kroz aleje jedne tihe gradske ulice.
Gore uz stepenište, do prvog sprata
Okrenemo ključ i lagano otključamo vrata
Dok neki čovek u svoj saksofon diše
A kroz zidove se čuje jecaj grada.
Napolju je Amerika
Napolju je Amerika
Amerika.

Pogledaj preko polja
Vidi rasporeno nebo
Vidi kako kroz tu zjapeću ranu dolazi kiša
Urla na žene i decu
Koja trče u naručje
Amerike.

Tagged

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

Social profiles