Представляем точный текст композиции "Each Dollar A Bullet" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Stiff Little Fingers . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Each Dollar A Bullet» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Stiff Little Fingers передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Stiff Little Fingers - "Each Dollar A Bullet"
Lyrics to Each Dollar A Bullet : Oh it must be so romantic When the fightings over there And theyre passing round the shamrock And youre all filled up with tears "For the love of dear old Ireland" That youve never even seen You throw in twenty dollars And sing "Wearing of the Green [Chorus:] Each dollar a bullet Each victim someones son And Americans kill Irishmen As surely As if they fired the gun Now youve never stood on Belfasts streets And heard the bombs explode Or hid beneath the blankets When theres riots down the road No youve never had your best friend die Or lost a favorite son But youll stand there and tell us Just what were doing wrong Each false word a bullet Each victim someones son And Englishmen kill Irishmen As surely As if they fired the gun From the minute that youre born youre told To hate the other side "Theyre not like us, theyre not the same We know because were right" But cant you see were all the same There is no right and wrong Why cant we stop and realize Just what were doing wrong Weve hated too much too long Each old lie a bullet Each victim someones son And Irishmen kill Irishmen As surely As if they fired the gun How can you convince yourself That what you do is right' When people are dying there Night after night Dont you ever wonder Why it still goes on' The hopes and fears and all the tears Are buried in your ground Buried in your ground Each rumour a bullet Each victim someones son And careless talk kills Irishmen As surely As if words fired the gun Well its lasted for so long now And so many have died Its such a part of my own life Yet it leaves me mystified How a people so intelligent Friendly, kind and brave Can throw themselves so willingly Into an open grave Each new day a bullet Each victim someones son And ignorance kills Irishmen As surely As if we fired the gun [ Each Dollar A Bullet Lyrics ]
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