Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song D'Irlande, artist - Clarika. Date of issue: 14.11.2019
Song language: French
D'Irlande(original) |
| Un dernier bock five o’clock au fond des docks |
| On refait le monde et tout le monde il s’en moque |
| La bière est bonne, les marins en redemendent |
| On trinque aux cousins partis si loin D’Irlande |
| Partis, Thomas, Charly, |
| Bryan, |
| Mary, Emily et Dylan |
| Cognez les verres soyez ronds comme la terre |
| Ce soir on rentrera comme hier à l’envers |
| Trinquez au ciel, à la mer, à Boby Sand |
| A la république aux putains et l’Irlande |
| La lune est rousse on les bouches qui moussent |
| Charly est pété, faut le rentrer in the house |
| Changez les fûts, voilà Mary et sa bande |
| Elle a les yeux verts come la mer et l’Irlande |
| Whisky pour Charly et Bryan |
| Mary, Emily et Dylan |
| Ça bat son plein on tient les verres dans les poings |
| Un char britannique a flambé neuf ce matin |
| Maindans la main, on ressemble à une guirlande |
| Le ventre bombé d’avoir trop bu D’Irlande |
| Y a du brouillard, la nuit joue d’la cornemuse |
| On est noirs comme elle mais la nuit a des excuses |
| La der de der y'à deux cent bras qui se tendent |
| On tiendra debout adossés à l’Irlande |
| Good bye, Thomas, Charly, Bryan |
| Mary, Emily et Dylan |
| Y a deux cent yeux, une boule de feu dans les tripes |
| Seven o’clock, chantent les coqs au fond d’la lande |
| Tout le monde s’en moque sauf les putains D’Irlande |
| Tout le monde s’en moque sauf les putains D’Irlande. |
| (translation) |
| One last bock five o'clock deep in the docks |
| We remake the world and everyone doesn't care |
| The beer is good, the sailors want more |
| We toast to cousins gone so far from Ireland |
| Gone, Thomas, Charly, |
| Brian, |
| Mary, Emily and Dylan |
| Clap the glasses be round like the earth |
| Tonight we'll go home like yesterday upside down |
| Toast to the sky, to the sea, to Boby Sand |
| To the republic of whores and Ireland |
| The moon is red on the mouths that foam |
| Charly is farted, you have to get him in the house |
| Change the drums, here come Mary and her gang |
| She has green eyes like the sea and Ireland |
| Whiskey for Charly and Bryan |
| Mary, Emily and Dylan |
| It's in full swing we hold the glasses in our fists |
| A British tank blazed nine this morning |
| Hand in hand, we look like a garland |
| Belly bulging from drinking too much From Ireland |
| There's fog, the night plays the bagpipes |
| We're black like her but the night has excuses |
| The der der there are two hundred arms that reach out |
| We will stand with our backs to Ireland |
| Good bye, Thomas, Charly, Bryan |
| Mary, Emily and Dylan |
| There are two hundred eyes, a ball of fire in the guts |
| Seven o'clock, crowing the roosters at the bottom of the moor |
| Nobody cares but the whores of Ireland |
| Nobody cares but the whores of Ireland. |