Текст песни Тикки Шельен - Прощай, Ирландия

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

Goodbye Ireland
Where i will never
Do not see you again
Take the tinwistle
Play me goodbye

But better still do not
But better still do not
But better still do not
But better still not tinwistle

We got too small
Your shabby jeans
We have a duster on our teeth
Your ground clover
We have been taught for so long
Green with brown to love

Goodbye Ireland
Where i will never
Will I hear the Celts
Which you don’t want to feel sick with

But in general, nevertheless, it is unlikely
But in general, nevertheless, it is unlikely
But better still not the Celts
I want to feel sick from the Celts

When all jigs are silent
Who got
I will break the cassette
And throw him in the frozen Neva
(c) Tikki Schellen