Con la pioggia che cade ed il freddo che mi assale non sopporto le luci e il casino nei bar Son malato senza cura non mi resta piu una lira e mi aggiro
They keep all their guns to help them fight for their drugs Politicians they tug at the threads of our peace Till nothing's left but a divided race Irish
they pray to see you again I go out walking in the cold Irish rain I go out walking in the cold Irish rain I go out walking in the cold Irish rain...
I was talking last night To a friend who was thinking he might Risk it all for a moment of lust and adventure And so I told him You can live everyday
Have you ever been lost in a different world Where everything you once knew Is gone And you find yourself powerless With everything that exists You're
me I've seen so much that has changed me So just break with your past Feed your own mind Cos' this Irish son has moved with the times Cos' this Irish
It's another 6 am As he stumbles in again And the mother croes 'don't wake the children' Through the tears I can hear him say 'didn't have much luck
When we fall out I like to go driving in my car Listen to something ironic and end up in a bar Get an ear full of shit from a stranger who's got a broken
It seems like only yesterday I held you in my arms and said You will never need to fear the dark But unforeseen misery has come Between your Mommy and
Showbiz dinners and the free champagne, Men in suits who think they know it all, No-one knows me but they know my name That's not real to me, Hotel lobby
I found myself magnetized My senses they were hypnotized Everything was drawing to you I lost all sense of time The everyday was pushed aside Even though
Oooh oooh ooooh oooh oooh ooooh ooooh Oooh oooh ooooh oooh oooh ooooh ooooh Oooh oooh ooooh oooh oooh ooooh ooooh Oooh oooh ooooh oooh oooh ooooh ooooh
She wipes the tear from her brow She?s been cryin again She?s been walking into walls again Behind her quivering smile, there?s a secret That goes deeper
With Delta Goodrem (Delta Goodrem, Brian McFadden, Guy Chambers) Brian: Did I hear you right? Cause I thought you said Let's think it over You have
i stumbled in at 2am all drunk and full of smoke my wife said "i've had enough" that's it, i'm sick, get out!" so i stumbled down to kelly's pub across
Twas a wonderful craft She was rigged fore and aft And oh, how the wild wind drove her She stood several blasts She had twenty seven masts And they called her The Irish
You take the high road, And I'll take the low road And I'll be in Ireland before ye Hey! And theres a road to Ireland, Its paved with beer and gold
T'was a wonderful craft, she was rigged fore and aft And oh how the wild wind drove her She stood several blasts, she had twenty-seven masts And they called her the Irish
