The Guns of Brixton

The Clash

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THE GUNS OF BRIXTON	Pushket e Brinkstonit
When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun	Kur derën te ta shkelmojne Si mendon te dalesh? Me duart mbi krye Apo me gishtin ne kembez?
When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row	Kur ligjin e shkel Si do perfundosh? Shtrirë vdekur ne dysheme A ne qeli te vdekjes do qendrosh?
You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton	Ju mund të na shtypni Ju mund të na rrihni Por keni per te dhene llogari tek Oh Pushket e Brinkstonit
The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell	Paratë bejne te ndihesh mirë Dhe jeten e con rehat Por me siguri koha jote do vij Si në parajsë si ne ferr
You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called survivin' At the end of The Harder They Come	Shihni ,ai ndjehet si Ivani Lindur nën diellin e Brixtonit Loja e tij quhet mbijetesë Në fund kur"Te fortet do vijne"
You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton sun	E di qe ata s'kane mëshirë" E shtrine perdhe me pushke S'duhet furgoni Black Maria Lamtumirë diellit te Brixtonit
You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton	Ju mund të na shtypni Ju mund të na rrihni Por keni per te dhene llogari tek Oh-Pushket e Brinkstonit
When they kick at your front door How you gonna come? With your hands on your head Or on the trigger of your gun	Kur derën te ta shkelmojne Si mendonte dalesh? Me duart mbi krye Apo me gishtin ne kembez?
You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton	Ju mund të na shtypni Mund të na rrihni Po, edhe te na shtihni Por oh...Rovolet e brixtonit
Shot down on the pavement Waiting in death row His game is called survivin' As in Heaven as in Hell	Shtrire vdekur ne dysheme Në qeline e vdekjes Loja e tij qe mbijetesa Si ne parajse si ne ferr
You can crush us You can bruise us But you'll have to answer to Oh, the guns of Brixton..	Ju mund të na shtypni Ju mund të na rrihn Por do jepni llogari.. Oh-Pushket e Brinkstonit Oh-Pushket e Brinkstonit Oh-Pushket e Brinkstonit Oh-Pushket e Brinkstonit Oh-Pushket e Brinkstonit