Текст песни Green Crow - Мёрфи Запил Вновь

Tim Murphy hasn't drunk in forty years
Literally not a sip.
But on the eve of Christmas
Decide to have a beer.
And how he went home later,
Everyone around has heard:
Roar that your hungry lion
When someone eats.
It is unclear who he fought with,
What kind of enemy
On almost every porch
He punched in with his boot.
The cats hid in the bushes
And are no longer visible
Since they understood
That their days are numbered.

CHORUS:
He broke trees in the garden,
He beat the dishes in the house.
And all the drinks and food
The infection used it.
You don't want to stand on crutches -
Do not contradict him!
And do not whine in vain,
That Murphy started drinking again.

He should be planted
To rein in a little.
And then the undertaker will get tired
To bury the dead.
Let it rest for a month
Until the courage passes.
But if it breaks out - hold on -
Our city will perish ..

== Chorus ...

Neighbors pray all day
So that Murphy couldn't drink.
And also, to quickly
I fell asleep from the fever.
Otherwise, everyone will go to the woods.
I can't stand it either:
Better an angry hungry wolf
Than Murphy's drunk.