In a country with a very strange name - Russia ,
Which describe and do not undertake ,
Of willow-herb , rowan and birch ,
Where I grew up fair-haired and snub-nosed ,
Lived would be me , but does not live ,
And the soul is torn over the threshold
There, where the closer the north,
Where heather and clover ,
Where moss and where the thistle !
Boils in my veins Irish enthusiasm ,
I chudyatsya jigs and sea space !
Green carpet of emerald hills ,
Ancient sagas and songs of bards,
Grace- cups and replace the handset ...
Ever fall term :
Though wade though the sleepers
I will go , Elah , burns ,
I mate them or not mate !
So go and find it, damn it, the way to Dublin,
I go, damn it, find it, damn it, I find, I find !
And right in Dublin on it 'll make it, damn it,
I will go , damn it, I will go , damn it, I will go !
Here are just some money I podkoplyu sensitive,
Pozhitok their leave in the bag,
Through the thicket of woods and coastal fog
I'll go with a nod from the brothers Slavs !
I meet good Celts
And politely asked : & quot; Otkel you ? & Quot;
& quot; Otkel you otkel you - ask me Celts -
And if you Celt , if you drink ale you ? .. & Quot;
Let the foam from dripping mugs on the table ,
I 'll prove kinship to one hundred percent ;
And honorably adopted into the family ,
I will continue on its way .
Feed and water I will have the Irish
And will learn songs and dances ,
And I will teach them in the name of unity
Russian hospitality.
So when , when , damn it, in my distant Dublin,
Attending eh , damn , when fucking there? Though not without difficulty,
Though drunk , though delirious fucking
I 'll be in Dublin , damn ,
I will go , dobredu fucking there!
So go and find it, damn it, the way to Dublin,
I go, damn it, find it, damn it, I find, I find !
And right in Dublin on it 'll make it, damn it,
Arrive , come, dobredu ! ..
