очень раздумываю, не сходить ли куда-нибудь на патрика, куда именно сходить и кого бы сводить
и если первое с последним легкорешаемо, то второе - выбор просто несусветный
вереск? клубнабрестской? точка? цдх?
слушаю флоггин моли про walk away me, boys; задумчивость - её подруга, нуда, точно ))))
ахда, прибавление в языкозанятиях - французский в щетверг, жду какую-то матушкину знакомую с чрезвычайно французским (по слухам) прононсом в три
bien, ахха))
what`s left of the flag for me - про walk away me, boys; очередная любимая айриш-дринкин` %)
His eyes they close
and his last breath spoke
he had seen all to be seen
a life once full
now an empty vase
wilt the blossums
on his early grave
walk away me boys
walk away me boys
and my morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me
Then the rosary beads, count them 1,2,3
fell apart as they hit the floor
in a garb of black
we must pay respect
to the color we were born to mourn
walk away me boys
walk away me boys
and my morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me
In his place there grew,
an angry festered wound
full of hatered and remourse
Where i'd pick and scratch,
till the blood it matched
silent rage that now fills my lungs
for there are many ways
to kill a man they say
With a bayonette, sword or axe
but son a bullet fired
from a shapeless gun
Leaves but the shell of a Thompson Gun
walk away me boy
walk away me boys
and my morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me
from the east out to the western shore
where many men and many more will fall
but no angel flys with me tonight
though freedom reigns on all
and curse the name for which
we slaved our days
so every men chose Kingdom Come
But sure as night turns day
it's the fashion pallay
oh my god
what have they done
with madmen rage
well the dogged craze
but the dead rise again you fools
walk away me boy
walk away me boys
and my morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me
walk away me boy
walk away me boys
and my morning we'll be free
wipe that golden tear
from your mother dear
and raise what's left
of the flag for me