Prevod Pesme sa Engleskog na Srpski

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Make his fight on the hill in the early day
Constant chill deep inside
Shouting gun, on they run through the endless grey
On the fight, for they are right, yes, by who's to say?
For a hill men would kill, why? They do not know
Suffered wounds test there their pride
Men of five, still alive through the raging glow
Gone insane from the pain that they surely know

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls

Take a look to the sky just before you die
It is the last time you will
Blackened roar massive roar fills the crumbling sky
Shattered goal fills his soul with a ruthless cry
Stranger now, are his eyes, to this mystery
He hears the silence so loud
Crack of dawn, all is gone except the will to be
Now the will see what will be, blinded eyes to see

For whom the bell tolls
Time marches on
For whom the bell tolls


..::For Whom The Bell Tools.:.Metallica::..
 
Borio se na brdu u ranim danima
Stalno je dete u sebi
Vristi puska, a oni napred trce kroz beskrajno sivilo
Za borbu, jer oni su u pravu, da, ali na kome je to da kaze
Za brdo covek bi ubio, zasto? Oni ne znaju
Rane koje su zadobili testiraju njihov ponos
Pet ljudi, jos zivi kroz besni odsjaj
Poludeli od bola koji sasvim sigurno poznaju

Za kim zvona zvone
Vreme marsira
Za kim zvona zvone

Pogledaj u nebo neposredno pre nego sto umres
to je poslednji put da ces.
Tamni urlik ogromni urlik ispunjava urusavajuce nebo
Razbijeni ideali ispunjavaju njegovu dusu sa brutalnim placem
njegove oci su sad strane ovoj misteriji
On cuje tisinu tako glasno
razbijanje zore, sve je nestalo osim volje da se bude
Sad volja vidi sta ce bit, jer slepe su oci da vide

Za kim zvona zvone
Vreme marsira
Za kim zvona zvone
 
Stone The Crow
Down
A bout of deep depression.
Can't seem to move it forward.
My lying eyes lie awake.
Not sure what I am after.

I never died before.
Can't live what happened yesterday.
I never stoned the crow, no.

Flip through endless stories.
A life of hand-written pain.
No one can share this hurt that is mine, mine, mine.

I never died before.
Can't be what happened yesterday.
I shouldn't stone the crow, no. Ride on!

Same old city, same old pain
No matter how I try,
No matter what I say
I'm blamed
I'm Shamed
I'm judged unfairly

So now I've died before
it feels as bad as yesterday
i never stoned the crow

You to have died before
i'm not as stoned as yesterday
I never stoned the crow, stoned the crow no, no...
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