Текст песни Иллет - Я родом из Ирландии

I come from Ireland, the holy land of Ireland,
Hours run, what are we waiting for,
In the name of all the saints go
Dance with me in Ireland.

But only one out of all
To the motley fraternity
One surly man
In overseas marvelous dresses
He turned from the window:
"Long journey, sister,
Hours run, and the night is dark,
Dank and cheese "

"There clubhand violinists! -
He cried desperately -
And all ignoramuses blowers,
And their tubes are wired,
Let threshing drum,
From funk tear strings
What is really fun there,
And the days of running, running ... "

I come from Ireland, the holy land of Ireland,
Hours run, what are we waiting for,
In the name of all the saints go
Dance with me in Ireland.