Текст песни Green Crow - Мёрфи запил вновь

Tim Murphy forty years did not drink
 Literally, not a drop.
 But on the eve of Christmas
 Resolve to drink beer.
 And then he went home,
 Have you heard all the neighborhood:
 Snarling that your hungry lion,
 When someone eats.
 It is not clear with whom he had fought,
 What an enemy
 Almost on every porch
 He slammed his boot.
 Cats hid in the bushes
 And no longer visible,
 Because they understood,
 That their days are numbered.

CHORUS:
 Trees, he racked up in the garden,
 Dishes in the house beat.
 And all the food and drinks
 He used the contagion.
 You do not want to stand on crutches -
 He did not contradict!
 And in vain do not whine,
 What Murphy started drinking again.

It would be necessary to plant,
 Few rein.
 And tired undertaker
 Deaths buried.
 Let month to rest
 While pass courage.
 But if you break out - hold on -
 Our city will die ..

== Chorus ...

Neighbors pray all day,
 To Murphy could not drink.
 And also to make haste
 From slёg fever.
 Otherwise, all will go to the forest.
 I do not sterplyu:
 Better the evil hungry wolf,
 The Murphy when he was drunk.