Текст песни Irish Ёрш - Down Town

I'm Irish side
like a fly on shit.
Here such grace
You can expect anything.
I see in the hill sticks
I was told this seed.
I climbed up on the LED shit
I see far.
Suddenly fell to the ground fog,
I'm sitting there like a lump.
Out of the mist someone rushing,
I froze, his mouth open.
I thought hobbit or dwarf,
I see - down with an ax.
A thick, blue like a corpse,
He says: - You end
will you go with me himself

The Down Town to the dead, the dead at Town,
The Down Town to the dead, the dead of Town!

Seeing this disorder,
I was a little sobered.
And deciding to drink less,
I sprinted at full speed.
From this romance
He fled to his home.
I see the house at the table
blue down with an ax.
I shouted: - You go you yourself

The Down Town to the dead, the dead at Town,
The Down Town to the dead, the dead of Town!
- Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah !!!

Peel since I like a ferret
but I was not able to forget
That evening the Irish,
down when I spoke,
To go with it myself

The Down Town to the dead, the dead at Town,
The Down Town to the dead, the dead of Town!