Ireland — текст песни (Marianne Faithfull)

There is a land that I can go to

When I have time to rest.

All the people I love are there

And those who love me best.



Then I heard the wind

Calling from over the sea

Saying, "ireland, ireland,

When will you be free ? "

"ireland, ireland,

When will you be free ? "



This land I go to when Im tired

And need to see and walk in green.

The people who can laugh and drink

And see things others have not seen.



Then I heard the wind

Calling from over the sea,

Saying, "ireland, ireland,

When will you be free ? "

"ireland, ireland,

When will you be free ? "



There is another side to this pure land,

A side of blood and guilt and pain

A side of enemy and friend

And sorrow at the hearth side stain.



Then I heard the wind

Crying from over the sea,

Saying, "ireland, ireland,

When will you be free ? "

"ireland, ireland,

When will you be free ? "



There is a land that I can go to

When I have time to rest.

All the people I love are there

And those who love me best.



Then I heard the wind

Calling from over the sea,

Saying, "ireland, ireland,

When will you be free ? "

"ireland, ireland,

When will you be free ? "



"ireland, ireland,

When will you be free ? "

"ireland, ireland,

When will you be free ? "