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