Lyrics:
Jest gdzieś na pewno tawerna
Na pewno bo wiele jest ich
Czy Boston to czy też Belfast
To nie ma znaczenia już dziś
W półmroku przy dębowych ławach
Putain je rêvais de Belfast
J'entends que l'escalier grince encore
Ça pourrait m'donner d'l'inspiration
Mais putain j'm'endors
C'est comme ça
C'est la vie
Glasgow: she writes when she has time
But that's a long way off, and I've not seen her for a while
She's got a son in the army, just been posted to Belfast
we would not listen
The words you spoke were often true
But after all we had our families
And wished the future safe for you
We died in Belfast
out my bottomless mourning
He funneled his rage, joined the IRA
Set his sights and bombed Belfast in seventy two
Through blood, sweat, and tears all
to Belfast
With nothing more than my coat
And it's heavy from the rain
The clouds have lifted
And there's blue skies in the city
And now am thinking I should
From Belfast to Ballyclare
From bomb blasts to bomb scares
Check the newspaper they say there's a loose raper
Before he cut her head off he abused
a golden codex nailed to my tongue with a hot iron rod
I'm the motto from Coat of arms of Belfast
There's no religious mummery, yet these words come directly
Atonement
Atonement
Atonement
Atonement
Atonement
Ato
From Boston to Belfast
I drift along with the east coast style
Leaving motherfuckers in denial
I'm a Renegade
Grew up like this (Like this)
Watch out it's Belfast Blitz
Thinking that I lived it then I survived
I'm a logical schematic
a quella BMW
Non tornare più dai tuoi
No, non ti azzardare mai
Mi sussurravi lenta
Tra il traffico di Belfast
Non lo dirà nessun altro
Parlerà il mio vissuto
memleket bizim, bu Dünya bizim
Hep birlikte Güneş'in sofrasında
Bir kez daha haykırıyoruz
Savaşan kazanır sonunda
Savaşan kazanır sonunda
Belfast
who cares
North men, South men, comrades all
Dublin, Belfast, Cork and Donegal
We're on the one road swinging along
Singing a soldier's song
società, fuori dalla legalità
La txalaparta insiste nel suo antico su e giù
Un suono magico che non viene
Da nord né da sud belfast falls road today
La
prostituée d’Belfast
mes gars ont des troubles avec des sales poufs
mes gars on des lines louches
ramène moi pas back à la place où t’es une langouste
Rest
There's nothin' for us in Belfast
The Pound's old, and that's a pity
OK, so there's the Trident in Bangor
And then you walk back to the city
We
born near Belfast town
I never worried about the king and crown
'Cause I found my heart upon the southern ground
There's no difference, I assure ya
She
the static and the radio
With satellite television
You can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans
London, Belfast and Berlin
And if you listen I can't call
And if you
and fizzle in a Belfast sky
In this strange ward
Where time stands still
And that clock on the wall
Will not mark this disorder
No longer keeping time
No
The roads are melting in Belfast
Cows eat each other's ears
I break all the doors in my house
And line them up like soldiers
My love you'll die
in the streets
We heard your voices.
On entendait venir de Londres
De Belfast rouge sous les bombes
Quand sur Brixton théâtre de guerre
Thatcher
on the streets of Belfast
I need someone to ease my mother's pain. I need someone to help me speak again
I can't do these things myself, you see. So I ask, would
se regarder, qu'une ligne de mire
Tant que ne fleuriront que des roses de sang
Sur les murs de Belfast à l'heure du printemps
Ma voix sera le cri des
Don't ask don't get lyrics and music by Doug Warriner
West of Belfast tired and cold
We needed a room we pulled off the road
Sat down at a bar fixin
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