Текст песни U2 - Wild Irish Rose

In a field by a river

My love and I did lie

And on my naked shoulder

She too proud to cry

She said that I must leave her

An icy tear she froze

How could I melt the heart

Of a wild irish rose

Well a gypsy she has made of me

A servent of the street

And back to bed Ive travelled

To taste a love as sweet

Well the heart it knows no reasons

And reason never knows

As I lie with them Im thinking

Of a wild irish rose

Well I saw the city of angels

It brought a devil out in me

And hells hotel on sunset

Showed a whore no mercy

As the orange sky was screaming

From the roof I let her go

These are the dizzying heights that brought me

My wild irish rose

Now red is the rose

That she layed on my grave

A life is what she wanted

And a life I surely gave

Like a hundred men before me

They lay lying here in rows

Young men, bloody

As a wild irish rose