Башня Rowan - Прощай Ирландия
текст песни

When all the jigs are silent
Who got it
I will break the cassette
And I will throw him into the frozen Neva

Goodbye, Ireland
Where I will never
Do not see you again
Take Tinvistl
Play me goodbye

But better not still necessary
But better not still necessary
But better not still necessary
But it’s better not Tinvistl

We have become too small for us
Your shabby jeans
Our teeth
Your grinding clover
We have been taught for so long
Green with brown love

Goodbye, Ireland
Where I will never
Will I hear the Celts
Which you do not want to feel sick

But in general, they are still hardly
But in general, they are still hardly
But it’s better not Celts still
I want to feel sick with the Celts

When all the jigs are silent
Who got it
I will break the cassette
And I will throw him into the frozen Neva.