Текст песни Irish Ёрш - Четыре упыря для Кухулина

(About the good Irish children)

1.
The cemetery with a harmonica in the evening walking alone
Cuchulainn stoned, and can Cuchulainn.
He was a sorcerer and a bastard, sang out of time.
No one in his village with him not want to drink.

And the audience at the cemetery that is necessary, without Ponte.
Though drink, sing though, satisfied all and no cops.
And four stiffs can not sleep, the life of me.
"Let's go to the hut to you, and you alone, we pour ..."

Chorus:
Booze at Cuchulain four ghoul
The next morning his skull kicked rebyatnya.

2.
Village fun, asshole no more.
Stayed on Cuchulain picked skeleton.
Kids play ball, and adults puke,
And the ghouls in the graveyard again someone guzzle.
Chorus:
Booze at Cuchulain four ghoul
The next morning his skull kicked rebyatnya.

3.
In Britain, Parliament has considered the issue,
Cemetery minister three days did not drink not eat.
They would there not soared, not raised b ringing,
But in Dublin was eaten by the British garrison.
Chorus:
Do skull Cuchulain uhmylochkoy bloke.
Booze from the British four vampire.

4.
London was sent to us a special squad
Scientists, military and Protestant pastor.
They took the skull, went to the cemetery ...
All night unmusically burp ghouls.
Chorus:
This happened here with Cuchulainn garbage,
A skull British kicks rebyatnya.