Текст песни: Smoke & Strong Whiskey + перевод

Kids wear white garters, and smell like their mothers

Whose husbands and fathers alike

Drink black beer in the same public houses

Smelling of smoke and strong whiskey

Mammies and daddies, skipping ropes

Lectures from priests, living in hope

That they’ve not mistaken the brand of their coats

They’ve paid for by spiritual teachings

A busy year this, streets running red

How many sent to their nuptial bed

How many sent home to a winter of graves

How many wait in for the slaughter

Oh, oh, the holy ground

Céad míle failte, there’s saints and there’s scholars to see

Oh, oh, the holy ground

Faraway hills ain’t as green as they once used to be

It’s Easter again, and we cannot forget

Our brothers and sisters and all that was said

So practise your pipes, stand proud in the wet

For the eyes of the world are upon you

God in his mercy has given us men

To lead us to peace but they can’t bring an end

To the profits that pay off the lease on the land

We’re still sending them over the water

Seventeen years, Kelly is a man

Who stands on the street with a gun in his hand

He’s protecting the pipers that play in the band

While the enemy waits with an army

Dia le hÉireann, suckle the empire

Dia le hÉireann, suffer the loss

Of the green and the blue while the media feeds

On the blood and the pain and the hatred

Father walks home on a colourless night

The organisation has blinded his sight

His wife and his kids are sleeping tonight

In the arms of sweet Jesus and Mary

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