Текст песни Троя - Поля У Атенрай

Fields at Aterai
(Irish folk song in Ivan Voronov)

For prison wall
I hear your voice
I rolled me the longest time
So, the British slept sweetly
So that I did not blow up
So that I could not fight for freedom

Etc:
Hey, there in the fields at Attenray
Please, my native, do not bitch
I do not know where and how
Our will be defeated the enemy,
But I believe: it will be, and know!

You are behind masonry from stones
I "Guinness" mile,
I'm separated - sharp knives
You cake me baked
From rope and flour
And in the filling I put a file

Etc:

Solo: Podgoric
Solo: Budnik

And I will break out
Lovely my,
I go to your wings
We will light again,
Hooligan and plump
We will only do what I want!

Etc: