Текст песни ВИА Дружный коллектив - Микки

Mickey

Bare feet on old planks.
From gong to gong - there is no other life.
Broken eyebrow, full sip of beer
And the prize in his fist is five rubbed coins.
The winds of change gave a new alignment
A plume of smoke over the surface of the sea,
The rich are betting on.
You spat; and went out to battle.

Get up and fight, Mickey ...
One more round !!!

Another country, city of gloomy walls
Three thousand miles to the green hills.
There is no life, but only the survival of captivity.
Day gray skies and nights without dreams.
But can an Irishman be broken ?!
The devil himself is not his brother.
You are waiting to wrap a bandage around your fist.
And cross the rope.

Get up and fight, Mickey ...
One more round !!!

One hundred and third battle is coming ...
Once again in life, only hard rock.
Serious business, great game ...
And you're a whipping bag.
But can an Irishman be broken ?!
Let your nose be broken twice ...
The judge may count to eight again.
Who is the winner is another question.

No time for moaning
No time for complaints
Get up and fight, Mickey ...
One more round !!!