At the starting of the week
at summit talks, you’ll hear them speak.
It’s only Monday…
Negotiation’s breaking down.
See those leaders start to frown.
It’s sword and gun day.
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late.
You could be sitting taking lunch.
The news will hit you like a punch.
It’s only Tuesday…
You never thought we’d go to war,
after all the things we saw.
It’s April Fools’ day.
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late.
We’ll all go running underground
and we’ll be listening for the sound.
It’s only Wednesday…
In your shelter, dimly lit,
take some wool and learn to knit.
‘Cause it’s a long day.
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late
You hear a whistling overhead;
“Are you alive or are you dead?”.
It’s only Thursday…
You feel the shaking of the ground,
a billion candles burn around.
Is it your birthday?
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late.
Although that shelter is your home,
a living space you’ve made your own.
It’s only Friday…
As you come out to the light,
can your eyes behold the sight?
It must be Doomsday.
Tomorrow never comes until it’s too late.
Ain’t it funny how men think,
they made the bomb, they are extinct.
It’s only Saturday…
I think tomorrow’s come, I think it’s too late.
I think tomorrow’s come, I think it’s too late.
Think tomorrow’s come… I think it’s too late.
Prevod na srpski
Šestodnevni rat
Na početku nedelje
u govorima na samitu, čućeš ih kako pričaju.
Tek je ponedeljak…
Pregovori propadaju.
Vidiš lideri počinju da se mršte.
Danas je dan mača i pištolja.
Sutra nikad ne dođe dok prekasno ne bude.
Mogao bi biti na ručku.
Vesti će te sustići kao šamar.
Tek je utorak…
Nikad nisi mislio da ćemo ići u rat,
nakon svega što smo videli.
Danas je dan šale.
Sutra nikad ne dođe dok prekasno ne bude.
Svi ćemo u podzemlje pojuriti
i taj zvuk slušati.
Tek je sreda…
U svom skloništu, slabo osvetljenom,
uzmi malo vune i nauči da štrikaš.
Jer dug je dan.
Sutra nikad ne dođe dok prekasno ne bude.
Čuješ neko zviždanje iznad glave;
“Jesi li živ ili mrtav?”.
Tek je četvrtak…
Osećaš podrhtavanje tla,
Oko tebe gori milijardu sveća.
Jel ti rođendan?
Sutra nikad ne dođe dok prekasno ne bude.
Iako je to sklonište tvoj dom,
životni prostor kojeg si svojim učinio.
Tek je petak…
Dok izlaziš na svetlost,
vide li tvoje oči taj prizor?
Mora da je sudnji dan.
Sutra nikad ne dođe dok prekasno ne bude.
Zar nije smešno kako ljudi razmišljaju,
oni su napravili tu bombu, oni su izumrli.
Tek je subota…
Ja mislim da je sutra došlo, mislim da je prekasno.
Ja mislim da je sutra došlo, mislim da je prekasno.
Mislim da je sutra došlo… mislim da je prekasno.