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Album:
The World Won't Listen (1987)
Originaltext
Übersetzung
Panic
Panic on the streets of London
Panic on the streets of Birmingham
I wonder to myself
Could life ever be sane again
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
I wonder to myself
Hopes may rise on the Grasmeres
But honey pie, you're not safe here
So you run down
To the safety of the town
But there's panic on the streets of Carlisle
Dublin, Dundee, Humberside
I wonder to myself
Burn down the disco
Hang the blessed d.j.
Because the music that they constantly play
It says nothing to me about my life
Hang the blessed d.j.
Because the music they constantly play
On the Leeds side-streets that you slip down
On the provincial towns that you jog'round
Hang the d.j., hang the d.j., hang the d.j.
Hang the d.j., hang the d.j., hang the d.j.
Hang the d.j., hang the d.j., hang the d.j.
Hang the d.j., hang the d.j.
Hang the d.j., hang the d.j.
Uzbuna
Uzbuna na ulicama Londona
Uzbuna na ulicama Birminghama
Pitam samog sebe
Da li bi život mogao opet biti razuman
Na sporednim ulicama Leedsa kojima se smucaš
Pitam samog sebe
Nada možda se ukaže na Grasmeresu
Ali dušo, ovdje nisi siguran
Pa trčiš dole prema bezbjednom djelu grada
Ali uzbuna je na ulicama Carlislea
Dublina, Dundeea, Humbersidea
Pitam samog sebe
Spalite disko, objesite blažene DJ-e
Zato jer glazba koju neprestano puštaju
Ne govori mi ništa o mome životu
Objesite blažene DJ-e
Zbog glazbe koju neprestano puštaju
Na sporednim ulicama Leedsa kojima se smucaš
U provincijalnim gradova kojima trčkaraš
Objesite DJ-e, objesite DJ-e, objesite DJ-e
Kid A
hinzugefügt am 30 Jul 2014 - 15:29
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