There’s a wild wind blowing,
Down the corner of my street
Every night there the headlights are glowing
There’s a cold war coming,
On the radio I heard
Baby it’s a violent world
Oh love don’t let me go
Won’t you take me where the streetlights glow
I could hear it coming
I could hear the sirens sound
Now my feet won’t touch the ground
Time came a-creepin’
Oh and time’s a loaded gun
Every road is a ray of light
It goes o-o-on
Time only can lead you on
Still it’s such a beautiful night
Oh love don’t let me go
Won’t you take me where the streetlights glow
I could hear it coming
Like a serenade of sound
Now my feet won’t touch the ground
Gravity release me,
And don’t ever hold me down
Now my feet won’t touch the ground.
Prevod na srpski
Život u tehnikoloru
Divlji vetar duva,
Dole na uglu ulice moje
Tamo svako veče farovi sijaju
Dolazi hladni rat,
Čuo sam na radiju
Dušo, okrutan je svet
Oh, ljubavi, ne daj mi da odem
Hajde povedi me tamo gde sijaju ulične svetiljke
Čuo sam kako nadolazi
Čuo sam zvuk sirena
Sad moja stopala ne dotiču zemlju
Vreme se prikralo
Oh, a vreme je eksplozivna sprava
Svaki put je zračak svetlosti
Ono ide dalje
Vreme te može samo zavarati
Pa ipak, ova noć je tako lepa
Oh, ljubavi, ne daj mi da odem
Hajde povedi me tamo gde sijaju ulične svetiljke
Čuo sam kako nadolazi
Kao serenada
Sad moja stopala ne dotiču zemlju
Gravitacijo, pusti me
I nemoj me nikad sputavati
Sad moja stopala ne dotiču zemlju