Текст песни С.М.Печкин - Я родом из Ирландии

I come from Ireland,
Ireland Holy Land,
Hours run - what are we waiting for?
In the name of all the saints, let us go
Dance with me in Ireland!

But only one of all
To the motley fraternity,
One surly man
In overseas marvelous dress
To her he turned from the window:
Do not close the way, my sister;
Hours run, and the night is dark,
Dank and cheese.

I come from Ireland,
Ireland Holy Land,
Hours run - what are we waiting for?
In the name of all the saints, let us go
Dance with me in Ireland!

"There clubhand violinists,
He cried desperately, "-
"And all the ignoramuses blowers,
And their tubes are wired!
Let the batter into the drum,
With the scale of the string tearing -
What is really fun out there!
And the days of running, running. "