Paddy Goes To Holyhead все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I don´t need a new car i´m happy with my crate
I don´t need to show off just want to celebrate

I don´t need a holiday don´t even need a pool
´cause there´s one place in town where i´m always keeping cool

I don´t need advice; of how i should live my life
I don´t need a fake smile; it cuts me like a knife

My heart is sad oh I'm so lonely thinking of the one I love
never in my life I'll meet her unless in heaven high above
she told me that she dearly loved me ne'er she'd been untrue to me
until the day I saw her walking "another man, another life" said she

Bury me in young green meadow lay the sod o'er me
under the shade of wheeping willow tree
you rambilng boys of pleasure are always on the run

They´ll send him to the war-inspector
I´ll be back tomorrow said he
when I will return again
we´ll go to Mexico
they sent you to the war-inspector
I have missed you Johnny said she
great to know you by my side
I´ll never let you go

Dreary clouds aredrifting by the moon
whis'prin' sadness
to my thoughtsit seems
autumn winds
and rainy days
shadows in the dark
nightmare
in a never ending dream

There lives a man in Moscow and Russia is his fate
He always prayed for power for loyalty and hate
His dreams are very simple, dreams of an iron fist
His name is Shirinovski, he´s a bloody damned fascist

He´s talking about freedom, talking about Russia´s lost
But it means another war and another holocaust
A new tyrant for poor Russia, Shirinovski Superman

Here comes Paddy with a whiskey can the good old stuff for everyone
Drink it pure and drink it cold whiskey must be strong and old
Blackbush Malt and Poiteen strong give me more and sing that song
Moonshine killed me poor old dad and drove me grand old mother mad

First I had an English bride she drank Brandy all the night
But she and I cannot agree cause I put poison in her tea
Then I had an Irish maid she drank Power´s pure and nate

The yellow fields of Hungary were beautiful to see
I thank them for discovering my sunflower allergy
Spent the night in an empty cabin in the Finnish heath
Was welcome, but I needed bug-spray even on my teeth

When I arrived in Athens, I called on my first flame
The Lady's married, got three kids and doesn't know my name
Every Frenchman knows the Louvre and the Eiffel Tower, too

A wet coloured paintbrush and a white house by night
A landscape with a ploughman and another house beside
Sunflowers and cornfields and an easel down below
A strawhat on a mournful face is all that we know

Oil-colour-canvases and pictures in frames
Who asks for paintings of a guy with no name?
"Brother, can you help me, I'm stone broke again

All the way to Europe we are travelling again
music makes the world go round
and whiskey makes the rhymes
we'll off to every festival, to many concert-halls, take a drop
´cause the work would make you old before your time
the vans and trucks are our beds
the stage is our home
a single malt will wake you up

There lives a man in Moscow
and Russia is his fate
he always prayed for power
for idealty and hate
his dreams are very simple
dreams of an iron fist
his name is Shirinovski
he is a bloody damned fascist