Sunday Bloody Sunday
Sambô Lyrics
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I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long
How long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
Tonight we can be as one
Tonight
Broken bottles under children's feet
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
And the battle's just begun
There's many lost but tell me who has won?
The trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Sunday, bloody Sunday
Sunday, bloody Sunday
How long
How long must we sing this song?
How long, how long?
Tonight we can be as one
Tonight
The lyrics in Sambo's "Sunday Bloody Sunday" are a powerful commentary on the ongoing issue of violence and conflict within society. The opening lines express the singer's disbelief and inability to ignore the news reports of the day, illustrating how the violence and conflict has become a daily occurrence. The repetition of the question "How long" captures the frustration and fatigue felt by individuals who have witnessed and experienced the trauma of violence for an extended period.
As the song progresses, the lyrics highlight the devastation of violence on innocent individuals. Broken bottles under children's feet and bodies strewn across a dead-end street convey the brutal and senseless nature of violence. The line "But I won't heed the battle call, it puts my back up against the wall" is a commentary on the singer's refusal to accept violence as a solution, and the fact that it only serves to create further division and pain.
The final verse of the song speaks to the ongoing impact of violence on society. The trenches dug within our hearts represent the deep-seated scars and wounds left by conflict. The lyrics "mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart" illustrates the far-reaching impact of violence on individuals and families. The repetition of "how long" reflects the enduring frustration of those who have to live with these scars and trauma.
Line by Line Meaning
I can't believe the news today
I am shocked and saddened by the current events that I have just learned about
I can't close my eyes and make it go away
I cannot ignore or deny the reality of what has happened or turn a blind eye to it
How long
How much longer must we endure this pain and suffering?
How long must we sing this song?
How much longer must we keep speaking out about these injustices and tragedies?
How long, how long?
How many more times do we have to go through this?
Tonight we can be as one
We have the opportunity to come together and unite in our grief and outrage
Broken bottles under children's feet
The violence and conflict have affected even the innocent, with debris and danger present even in the streets where children play
And bodies strewn across a dead end street
People have lost their lives and their corpses are scattered haphazardly around a deserted road
But I won't heed the battle call
I refuse to participate in the violence and aggression that is being urged upon us
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall
It makes me feel cornered and trapped, with no other option but to resist what is happening
Sunday, bloody Sunday
The day of the week when this violence and bloodshed occurred, and it continues to happen repeatedly
And the battle's just begun
This fight is not over and there is much more conflict to come
There's many lost but tell me who has won?
Despite all the casualties and fatalities, nobody has truly emerged victorious in this never-ending conflict
The trenches dug within our hearts
The emotional scars and trauma that this violence has left on us run deep and will take a long time to heal
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Families have been ripped apart and separated, with loved ones lost or forced to flee as refugees
How long, how long?
How much longer must this go on?
Tonight we can be as one
We have the chance to come together and stand in solidarity against the hate and bigotry that drive this violence
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Paul David Hewson, Adam Clayton, Dave Evans, Larry Mullen
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
Paulo Cesar Silva De Farias
Não posso acreditar nas notícias de hoje
I can't believe the news today
Oh, eu não posso fechar meus olhos e fazer isso ir embora
Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away
Por quanto tempo devemos cantar essa música?
How long, how long must we sing this song?
Quanto tempo?
How long?
Quanto tempo?
How long?
Porque esta noite
'Cause tonight
Nós podemos ser como um
We can be as one
Esta noite
Tonight
Garrafas quebradas sob os pés das crianças
Broken bottles under children's feet
Corpos espalhados pela rua sem saída
Bodies strewn across the dead-end street
Mas eu não vou atender ao chamado da batalha
But I won't heed the battle call
Isso coloca minhas costas para cima, coloca minhas costas contra a parede
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall
Domingo, sangrento domingo
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Domingo, sangrento domingo
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Domingo, sangrento domingo
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Domingo, sangrento domingo
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Tudo bem vamos
Alright, let's go
E a batalha apenas começou
And the battle's just begun
Há muitos perdidos, mas diga-me quem ganhou?
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
As trincheiras cavadas em nossos corações
The trenches dug within our hearts
E mães, filhos, irmãos, irmãs dilacerados
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Domingo, sangrento domingo
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Domingo, sangrento domingo
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Por quanto tempo devemos cantar essa música?
How long, how long must we sing this song?
Quanto tempo?
How long?
Quanto tempo?
How long?
Porque esta noite podemos ser como um, esta noite
'Cause tonight we can be as one, tonight
Esta noite, esta noite (domingo, domingo sangrento)
Tonight, tonight (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Esta noite, esta noite (domingo, domingo sangrento)
Tonight, tonight (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Tudo bem vamos
Alright, let's go
Enxugue as lágrimas dos seus olhos
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Enxugue suas lágrimas
Wipe your tears away
Eu vou enxugar suas lágrimas
I'll wipe your tears away
Eu enxugarei suas lágrimas (domingo, domingo sangrento)
I'll wipe your tears away (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Vou limpar seus olhos vermelhos (domingo, domingo sangrento)
I'll wipe your bloodshot eyes (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Domingo, sangrento domingo
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Domingo, sangrento domingo
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Domingo, sangrento domingo
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Domingo, sangrento domingo
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
E é verdade que somos imunes
And it's true we are immune
Quando o fato é ficção e realidade na TV
When fact is fiction and TV reality
E hoje milhões choram (Domingo, Domingo Sangrento)
And today the millions cry (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Comemos e bebemos enquanto eles morrem amanhã (Domingo, Domingo Sangrento)
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
A verdadeira batalha apenas começou (domingo, domingo sangrento)
The real battle just begun (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Para reivindicar a vitória que Jesus ganhou (Domingo, Domingo Sangrento)
To claim the victory Jesus won (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
No domingo, Domingo Sangrento, sim
On Sunday, Bloody Sunday, yeah
Domingo, sangrento domingo
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Alice Bittencourt
"Garrafas quebradas sob os pés das crianças
Corpos espalhados num beco sem saída
Mas eu não vou atender ao chamado da batalha
Isso coloca as minhas costas
Coloca as minhas costas contra a parede
Domingo, Sangrento Domingo
Domingo, Sangrento Domingo"
cantando com sorriso no rosto e remelexo, zero noção.
Camila Martins
Letras
I can't believe the news today
Oh, I can't close my eyes and make it go away
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?
'Cause tonight
We can be as one
Tonight
Broken bottles under children's feet
Bodies strewn across the dead-end street
But I won't heed the battle call
It puts my back up, puts my back up against the wall
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Alright, let's go
And the battle's just begun
There's many lost, but tell me who has won?
The trenches dug within our hearts
And mothers, children, brothers, sisters torn apart
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
How long, how long must we sing this song?
How long? How long?
'Cause tonight we can be as one, tonight
Tonight, tonight (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Tonight, tonight (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Alright, let's go
Wipe the tears from your eyes
Wipe your tears away
I'll wipe your tears away
I'll wipe your tears away (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
I'll wipe your bloodshot eyes (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
And it's true we are immune
When fact is fiction and TV reality
And today the millions cry (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
We eat and drink while tomorrow they die (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
The real battle just begun (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
To claim the victory Jesus won (Sunday, Bloody Sunday)
On Sunday, Bloody Sunday, yeah
Sunday, Bloody Sunday
Gustavo Lago
👏👏👏Vim pela recomendação do Julinho da Van.
Realmente uma obra prima! Domingo sangrento com periquita e tchaca tchaca na mutchaca. Que leveza, senhores! Que leveza!
Tem o meu voto pro carburador de prata!
Só faltou o pessoal sambando sobre uma poça de sangue de galinha. Fica a dica aí pro pessoal da cenografia.
👏👏👏👏👏
NashFranco
Tbm só vim pela recomendação de Julinho! Sem comentários! Julinho realmente tem um ótimo gosto!
Ps: tbm fiquei arrepiado
Hehehe
Gustavo Lago
@NashFranco Julinho fala com propriedade.
Jorge Henrique Colluço
me vejo obrigado a concordar com o palestrinha
Juca M
Isso é ambiente de música
NãoComputa
Só queria saber pq eles não colocam legendas com a letra da música. Uma tradução, pra ignorância de plantão, cairia muito bem.
João Henrique Mariano de Campos
amo a letra dessa música, muito romântica e alegre, super alto astral
Hiroshi
Né? Kkkkkkk
MrRodrigogomesdefari
os caras cantam sorrindo uma musica que diz:E a batalha apenas começou Há muitos que perderam, mas me diga: quem ganhou? As trincheiras cavadas em nossos corações E mães, filhos, irmãos, irmãs dilacerados. Domingo, sangrento domingo Domingo, sangrento domingo
herlocksholmes1888
Sim, e a música foi escrita por causa do Domingo Sangrento na Irlanda. Aconteceu com um conflito com a Inglaterra se não me engano