Eto vi teksta,i prevoda e moi:
The Saints are coming
There is a house in New Orleans
They call the rising sun
It`s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And God I know I`m one
Verse 1(U2):
I don't know where I'm goin
but I sure know where I've been
hanging on the promises in songs of yesterday.
An' I've made up my mind, I ain't wasting no more time
but here I go again, here I go again.
Tho' I keep search