Green Crow - Мёрфи Запил Вновь
текст песни

Tim Murphy did not drink forty years
Literally not a sip.
But on the eve of Christmas
Decide to drink a beer.
And how did he go home later,
We heard everything the neighborhood:
Growing, that your hungry lion,
When someone eats.
It is unclear who he fought with,
With what such an enemy
Almost every porch
He crashed with his boot.
Cats hid in bushes
And no longer visible
Since they understood,
That their days are numbered.

CHORUS:
He broke the trees in the garden
The dishes in the house beat.
And all drinks and food
I used it.
Do not want to stand on the crutches -
Do not rejoice him!
And not in the same way, not cheek
That Murphy washed back again.

It should be planted,
Return a little.
And then the coffin will get tired
To bury the dead.
Let me rest for a month
While the courage passes.
But if it breaks out, hold on -
Our city will die ..

== Chorus ...

The neighbors pray all day
So that Murphy could not drink.
And also to quickly
From the fever, I pulled.
Otherwise, everyone will go into the forests.
I can’t stand it either:
Better an evil hungry wolf
Than Murphy in the hop.