Текст песни Irish Ёрш - Down Town

I'm on the Irish side
like a fly on shit.
Here is such a grace
all can be expected.
I see a hill sticking out in a field
I was told this is seed.
I climbed on the seed to shit
see me far away.
Suddenly a fog fell to the ground
I sit in it like a boob.
Someone rushing out of the fog
I froze, opening my mouth.
I thought the hobbit or the dwarf
I see - down with an ax.
Thick, dead blue
says: - You are finished,
you will go with me yourself

In Down Town to the dead, in Town to the dead,
In Down Town to the dead, in Town to the dead!

Seeing this mess,
I sobered up a bit.
And deciding to drink less,
I let go at full speed.
From romance such
ran to his home.
I see at home at the table
blue down with an ax.
Shouts to me: - You will go yourself

In Down Town to the dead, in Town to the dead,
In Down Town to the dead, in Town to the dead!
- Aaaaaaaaaaaa !!!

Drank ever since i'm like a ferret
but could not forget
That Irish party,
when dawn spoke to me
That I went with him myself

In Down Town to the dead, in Town to the dead,
In Down Town to the dead, in Town to the dead!