Текст песни Степан Печкин - Я из Коннахта

Oh, I'm afraid at my wake
It will be crowded - do not breathe!
Just how will everyone arrange it?
This is what I would like to take a look at.
    All the buzz people around
    I was like a friend.
    I was always the first to have fun
    And in all other matters.

At the wake, stories will go,
Old man's chatter,
Yes, and the guys must be too
They will remember me with a kind word.
    And the girls bow their heads
    And sad about the loss of such,
    They will stand quietly on the sidelines
    And pray for the repose.

Who once, let them catch a glimpse
Even though he knew me a little bit,
Confirm that in deeds and in songs
I was a recognized leader.
    So let the elder brother
    Kohl will be able to, take care that
    Came out alright and not clumsy,
    So that a coffin was made in good conscience.

Oh, I'm afraid at my wake
It will be crowded - do not breathe!
Just how will everyone arrange it?
This is what I would like to take a look at.
    Well, after three virgins in black
    They will come down to us from the mountain to the valley,
    To mourn me by rank
    Before the night comes.