Крыс - Кувшин пивца
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I remember once a warm May day
In the park, I was sitting with the rooster together,
And a bird from a nearby tree
I sang to me about the jug of the brewer.

TU-th-LU-ar-LU, TU-th-LU-RO-LEY,
Tu-th-l-u-la-lu, Tu-thu-l-th la ...
And a bird from a nearby tree
I sang to me about the jug of the brewer.

If in the morning the head hurts,
Eyes squint, everything inside is on,
Take money and went on a messenger
That he would buy a box of a brewer.

TU-th-LU-ar-LU, TU-th-LU-RO-LEY,
Tu-th-l-u-la-lu, Tu-thu-l-th la ...
Take money and went on a messenger
That he would buy a box of a brewer.

And yesterday I slept, and I dreamed of me
As if I'm visiting, but I don't know where.
The red girl sits with me,
On the table there is a circle of a brewer.

TU-th-LU-ar-LU, TU-th-LU-RO-LEY,
Tu-th-l-u-la-lu, Tu-thu-l-th la ...
The red girl sits with me,
On the table there is a circle of a brewer.

If the doctor did everything that he could
And the patient does not smell either hands or legs,
How to avoid a terrible end?
You have to drink a cold beer!

And when I die, I pray you friends
The request to fulfill my strange:
Let the face in the coffin right by the face
They put me a bottle of a beer!

TU-th-LU-ar-LU, TU-th-LU-RO-LEY,
Tu-th-l-u-la-lu, Tu-thu-l-th la ...
Let the face in the coffin right by the face
They put me a bottle of a beer!

Words: Irish Traditional "Jug of Punch"
Translation: I. Voronov
Execution: rats