Текст: U2. Bullet The Blue Sky.

In the howling wind comes a stinging rain
You see them driving nails
Into the souls on the tree of pain
From the firefly, a red orange glow
See the face of fear
Running scared in the valley below


Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue


In the locust wind comes a rattle and hum
Jacob wrestled the angel
And the angel was overcome
You plant a demon seed
You raise a flower of fire
See them burning crosses
See the flames higher and higher


Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue sky
Bullet the blue
Bullet the blue


(Yeah)


So this guy comes up to me, see
His face red like a rose on a thorn bush
Like all the colors of a royal flush
And he's slapping down those dollar bills
One hundred, two hundred
And I see alot of faces
Maybe 18,000 faces
And president Regan comes up to me...
And I can see those fighter planes
And I can see those fighter planes
Across the mud huts where the children sleep
And through the alleys of a quiet city street
We take the staircase to the first floor
We turn the key and slowly unlock the door
As a man breathes into a saxophone
And through the walls we hear the city groan
Outside it's America
It's Chicago...yeah!


So anyway...
Cutting 'cross the fields
Cutting 'cross the field and the little side and the valleys
We see the rain pour through a gaping wound
We see it pelting the women and children
Pelting the women and children
Who run...who run...
Into the arms
Of America