Текст песни Irish Ёрш - Ирландские старцы

At birth-Irish expanses
Matures barley with hemp.
Collect all the friends old fart
And let us go to a three-week binge.

 Chorus:
We gray Irish elders,
We sit on the hill and Purdue.
You knocked a hundred, I - one hundred and twenty,
But the offense itself does not give.

And my son fought for the truth,
A grandson suicide patriot.
Under Pogues stoned my great-grandson
Indecent something sings.
 Chorus
I remember I went to the little son in Dublin
The yard was in the sixteenth year.
From shooting was our Dublin charred,
And since become toothless my mouth.
 Chorus
And in the thirty-fifth year девятьсот
I went to vnuchonku in Belfast.
There blew something guys
That's when I knocked the eye.
 Chorus
Well, my great-granddaughters - Sean McGowan,
The very often staying in the village.
Swells like a cow,
On the hill with us fart.
 Chorus
I drink as I again seventeen
Yes, and you're still not old fart.
If you want to get drunk, fight,
Come to us, my friend, on the hill.
 Chorus 2x:
We gray Irish elders,
We sit on the hill and Purdue.
And although we have one hundred and twenty,
We die isho weather.
2nd time: & quot; Iwo lot faq uchudil & quot;