перевод с ирландского

And it's down in Crossmaglen, sure that's where I long to be,

But all the time I'm thinking of me little Armalite.

I bowed and I scraped, sure me manners were polite

He beat me with his baton and he kicked me in the groin,

I was stopped by a soldier, said he, You are a swine,

And it's down in the Bogside, that's where I long to be,

Перевод песни Ирландских сепаратистов My little Armalite

Перевод песни Ирландских сепаратистов My little Armalite