Masters Of War
Bob Dylan| Original | POLACCO / POLISH [2]- Martyna Jakubowicz - Michał Kłobukowski Versione p... |
| MASTERS OF WAR Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand And you hide from my eyes And you turn and run farther When the fast bullets fly Like Judas of old You lie and deceive A world war can be won You want me to believe But I see through your eyes And I see through your brain Like I see through the water That runs down my drain You fasten the triggers For the others to fire Then you set back and watch When the death count gets higher You hide in your mansion As young people's blood Flows out of their bodies And is buried in the mud You've thrown the worst fear That can ever be hurled Fear to bring children Into the world For threatening my baby Unborn and unnamed You ain't worth the blood That runs in your veins How much do I know To talk out of turn You might say that I'm young You might say I'm unlearned But there's one thing I know Though I'm younger than you Even Jesus would never Forgive what you do Let me ask you one question Is your money that good Will it buy you forgiveness Do you think that it could I think you will find When your death takes its toll All the money you made Will never buy back your soul And I hope that you die And your death'll come soon I will follow your casket In the pale afternoon And I'll watch while you're lowered Down to your deathbed And I'll stand o'er your grave 'Til I'm sure that you're dead | Specjaliści od wojny Chodzcie, chlopcy od bomb chodzcie chlopcy od kul chcecie zburzyc moj dom zabrac zielen z mych pol lecz ja widze wasz plan nie osleplam, o nie tak jak widze w strumieniu to, co lezy na dnie jak Judasz Iszkariota próbujecie nas zwiesc kazda wojne wygramy trzeba tylko chciec w waszych domach jest cicho w nich nie straszy huk dzial gdy krew mlodych ludzi wyplywa z ich cial niszczycie kazda radosc tak jak depcze sie kwiat jak zabija sie dziecko zanim przyjdzie na swiat za ten grzech najstraszniejszy o, bogowie bez skaz nie ominie was kara kiedy przyjdzie wasz czas chce wam zadac pytanie tak lubicie swój szmal czy on kupi wam laske gdy sie skonczy wasz bal? i jedno wiem dobrze choc niewiele mam lat nawet Bóg by was nigdy nie wypuscil zza krat chce widziec was w grobie niech ukryje was cien slonce bladym porankiem powita ten dzien az do bramy cmentarza za konduktem chce isc az sie calkiem upewnie, ze nie wskrzesi was nikt |
