Gary Moore – Out In The Fields

& Phil Lynott

Lyrics

Out In The Fields

It doesn’t matter if you’re wrong or if you’re right
It makes no difference if you’re black or if you’re white
All men are equal till the victory is won
No color or religion ever stopped a bullet from a gun

Out in the fields the fighting has begun
Out on the streets, they’re falling one by one
Out from the skies a thousand more will die each day
Death is just a heartbeat away

It doesn’t matter if you’re left or to the right
Don’t try to hide behind the cause for which you fight
There’ll be no prisoners taken, when the day is done
No flag or uniform ever stopped a bullet from a gun

Out in the fields the fighting has begun
Out on the streets, they’re falling one by one
Out from the skies a thousand more will die each day
Death is just a heartbeat away

There’s no communication
No one to take the blame
The cries of every nation
Have fallen on deaf ears again

Out, out, out, out, out
Out in the fields, out in the fields
Out in the fields

They are falling one by one
No flag has ever stopped a bullet from a gun
Death is just a heartbeat away, a heartbeat away
Death is just a heartbeat away, a heartbeat away

The fighting has begun
They’re falling one by one
A thousand more will die each day, out
Out in the fields, out

Prevod na srpski

Na terenu / Van pameti

Nema veze da li grešiš ili ne
Nema razlike da li si crn ili beo
Svi su ljudi isti do pobede
Nijedna boja ni religija nikad nije metak iz puške zaustavila

Na terenu, borba je počela
Na ulicama, padaju jedan po jedan
Sa nebesa još hiljadu njih umreće svakoga dana
Smrt je odmah iza ćoška

Nema veze da li si levičar ili desničar
Ne pokušavaj da se sakriješ iza stvari za koju se boriš
Neće biti zatvorenika, posle ovakvog dana
Nijedna zastava ni uniforma nikad nije metak iz puške zaustavila

Na terenu, borba je počela
Na ulicama, padaju jedan po jedan
Sa nebesa još hiljadu njih umreće svakoga dana
Smrt je odmah iza ćoška

Nema komunikacije
Nikoga da preuzme krivicu
Vapaje svih naroda
Ponovo niko ne čuje

Na, na, na, na, na
Na terenu, na terenu
Na terenu

Padaju jedan po jedan
Nijedna zastava nikad nije metak iz puške zaustavila
Smrt je odmah iza ćoška, odmah iza ćoška
Smrt je odmah iza ćoška, odmah iza ćoška

Borba je počela
Padaju jedan po jedan
Svakoga dana umreće ih još po hiljadu, na
Na terenu

Gary Moore - Out in the Fields

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