Текст песни Wallace Band - Из прошлого сон

Music - Folk
The words (paraphrase) - M. Nizhegorodov

For many years I dreamed a dream from the past
As if I'm standing by the road
And there is a detachment, without uniform and without banners
And my father all in the ranks
Says his father through me bitter laugh:
& quot; war broke out overseas.
And they sent us to fight for those
Who invaded our country. & Quot;

& quot; The sail across the sea, the best stand wall
On the invaders, for ancient our house.
If we are going to die anyway,
It is better to die in his native land.
We decided so to hell talk
We go along the eastern shore
The British have guns and have battleships
And we have our homeland - Erin & quot;

And from all the cities gathered brave,
To obtain the Green Island for us
Our older brothers and our fathers
Because of their hour struck.
And the world watched in silent amazement,
The world watched, but was unable to believe it:
The volunteer comes with antiquated gun
Against all the great British Empire

Said goodbye to his father, he did not take me with you
And no one returned back
Floated fog, like smoke over fields of battle
And shaking the dew on the leaves
The bell boomed over the hills
Ringing flying, dissolving away,
Above the graves of those who did not spare himself
For freedom for Irish land.