DESCRIPTION:
I hear the sound of distant thunder, echo all around,
I see the tragedy of young ones lying on the ground,
I see the fathers' sons and daughters, I hear the mothers crying,
Nothing left for me to do, but, whisper a prayer for the dying.

Oh, a prayer for the dying.

The suffocating heat of jungles, and burning desert sands,
Where everything reminds you, you're a stranger in a strange land.
The soothing words of politicians, those bodyguards of lies,
While guardian angels waste their time and every mother cries.

Oh, a prayer for the dying, dying, dying.

Machine gun, battle cry, you pray to God when the bullets fly,
The bombs fall like black rain, an' all
your dreams take you home again,
Nothing but bad dreams.


You can't read, you can't write,
You're so scared, you can't sleep at night
You try to carry the heavy load,
Walking down Armageddon road.

Oh, Armageddon road.

I hear the sound of distant thunder, echo all around,
I see the tragedy of young ones lying on the ground,
I see the fathers' sons and daughters, I hear the mothers crying,
Nothing left for me to do, but, whisper a prayer for the dying.

Oh, a prayer for the dying, dying.
Oh, a prayer for the dying, baby, baby.
Oh, a prayer for the dying, dying,
Whisper a prayer for the dying.

You can't run, you can't hide,
You can't show what you feel inside.
You're going crazy, going insane,
You know you'll never be the same again, no, no.

Whisper a prayer for the dying, dying, dying, dying, dying, no, no.
Armageddon road, Armageddon road, I'm walking down Armageddon road.



Šapni molitvu za umiruće

Čujem zvuk udaljene grmljavine
kako na sve strane odjekuje
Vidim tragediju mladih
koji leže na zemlji
Vidim sinove i kćeri očeva
čujem majke kako plaču
Ništa mi nije preostalo
Osim da šapnem molitvu za one koji umiru

Molitva za umiruće

Zagušljiva vrućina prašume
Vreli pustinjski pijesak
Gdje te sve podsjeća
da si stranac u stranoj zemlji
Utješne riječi političara
tih tjelohranitelja laži
Dok anđeli čuvari troše svoje vrijeme
i svaka majka plače

Molitva za umiruće

Mitraljez, bojni poklič
Moliš se Bogu kad meci lete
Bombe padaju kao crna kiša
A tvoji te snovi opet vode kući
Samo ružan san

Ne znaš da čitaš, ne znaš da pišeš
Bojiš se, noću ne možeš da spavaš
Pokušavaš ponijeti teško breme
Hodajući putem armagedona

Čujem zvuk udaljene grmljavine
kako na sve strane odjekuje
Vidim tragediju mladih
koji leže na zemlji
Vidim sinove i kćeri očeva
čujem majke kako plaču
Ništa mi nije preostalo
Osim da šapnem molitvu za one koji umiru

Molitva za umiruće

Ne možeš pobjeći, ne možeš se sakriti
Ne možeš pokazati šta u sebi osjećaš
Šiziš, ludiš
Nikad se nećeš potpuno oporaviti
Ne, ne

Šapni molitvu za umiruće
Putem armagedona idem