Texty k písním-U2 a Green Day
The Saints Are Coming
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the Rising Sun
And it´s been the ruin of many
a poor boy
And God I know I´m one
I cried to my daddy on the telephone
Howlong now
Until the clouds unroll and you come
down
The line went
Bud the shadows still remain since
your descent
Your descents
(sloka se opakuje)
coming
I say no matter how I try, I realise
there´s no reply
(sloka se opakuje)
A drowning sorrow floods the
deepest grief
How long now
Until a weather change condemns
belief
How long now
When the nightwatchman lets in the
thief
Whwt´s wrong now
(čtvrtá sloka se opakuje)
I say no metter how I try, I realise
there´s no reply
(sloka se opakuje)
Gren Day
(kika, 6. 2. 2007 12:32)