Melodies were taken from the chest of our legends staves remained unbroken through the jigs i now remember inherted as treasure of a past where my ancestors asked me to keep this endless trip to grasp memories early in the morning I lean out just to see The grass is wet, It's foggy out there the grey wind shakes me i coulnd't find the the bagpipe dwarf may have taken it a fair revenge 'cause I hace played the old drunken Jig the cold doesn't mind my friends are outside I go out in search of the bars we come by that le us stay together till late nights are spent the Jig's heard again we share more than we need The song is not over in your skin's still bagpipes which merge with your tears your roots sew the notes of the old drunken Jig the wooden door is open now alone corners speak I smell emptiness the beer in kegs echoes of some grief fiddlers show heartaches the bagpipe steals my breath as last we're all able to sing the old druken Jig Won't wait till morning arrives the dawn closes bars and cuts out the rhymes green shamrocks are tattooed in your veins that garden you dreamt of gives luck to your fate.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
