Текст песни Clann Zu - From Bethlehem to Jenin

Like a swan who's lover has been shot in the chest
and is lying down broken
and lifeless,
speaking the last words
of a life decayed.
Counting down numbers
of a life betrayed.

And all of the people
are gathered around
to listen to the beautiful
sounds coming out
of the bodies swinging
in the coolest breeze.
Nodding in time
to the sweet serenade.

Send in your bulldozers
to knock the buildings down.
Drop your smartest bombs
from the highest clouds.

From Bethlehem to Jenin
this sound is so obscene.
From New York to Dublin
they're swinging in the wind.

There is no blessed saviour there is no blessed sin there is only the sounds of bodies as they are swinging in the wind. The smell of 3 day death down each deserted street as the dogs pick their way between the bodies in defeat.
They're swingin