Opens his hand, reads his name, grabs the bottle, and swallows again Thinks of the wife he’s left behind, touches the photo and closes his eyes Thinks of the time where he walked from the street under the light and killed a man dead
A chroí, a chroí, a chroí dhearg, [Heart, heart, red heart] stad do bhualadh, tá mé gan dóchas [stop your beating, I am without hope]
Whiskey-burned memories come crashing to the floor For each one that’s gone there’s twenty-five more That’ll burn him and crush him right through to the core He’s filled with the thoughts of those gone before
He opens his mouth and all that comes out is a fractured song from a fractured heart He grabs the bottle and swallows again, picks up the blade that’s singin his name
A chroí, a chroí, a chroí dhearg, [Heart, heart, red heart] stad do bhualadh, tá mé gan dóchas [stop your beating, I am without hope]
Whiskey-burned memories come crashing to the floor For each one that’s gone there’s twenty-five more That’ll burn him and crush him right through to the core He’s filled with the thoughts of those gone beforeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
