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    Runrig Eirinn текст песни


    What makes me walk through Ireland’s shrines
    And Ireland’s holy shores
    To see a country crucified
    Your beauty crowned in thorns
    And as I watch that wonderous cross
    That’s been hewn down and severed in two
    There’s something here
    That draws me near
    To wear the green for you

    To see you there blood brother Gael
    The face, the tongue my own
    Many places in my own country
    Could not make me feel more at home
    Laughter and music through the night
    Your freedom in the dark
    Tonight I swear I’d gladly wear
    The green next to ma heart

    From the long and rolling Antrim hills
    Through the wilds of Donegal
    The songs of history are sung
    Every stone on every wall
    But here in our land how can we stand
    And wash our hands of shame
    When the sins of generations fall
    Across the green like rain

    Here one world window opens wide
    And demons they show face
    Some of your men have taken seeds of truth
    And planted fields of hate
    This way has never won a war
    And I fear that when the harvest comes
    You’ll see your freedom fall on stoney ground
    And the green overgrown

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