segunda-feira, 28 de maio de 2007

Gente de Dublin - não aquela palhaçada com a Malu Mader Fóquer!

Quarenta e cinco anos. Cantando sobre cerveja, uísque, mulheres e bares. O Matanza da folk music irlandesa. The Dubliners, que outro nome você esperava?

É a vida que eu quero pra mim, cantar a beleza das irmãs Corr.


Whiskey you're the devil you're leading me astray
Over hills and mountains into Americay
You're sweeter, stronger, decenter
You're spunkier than tea
Oh whiskey you're me darlin' drunk or sober!

Oh, now brave boys we're on for marching
Up to Portugal and Spain drums are beating, banners flying
The devil all home will come tonight
Love, fare thee well

With me tiddle-ee-iddle-doodle-a-ma-da me tiddle-ee-iddle-doodle-a-ma-da
Me rightful too-ra-laddie-oh
There's whiskey in the jar

Said the mother do not wrong me do not take me daughter from me
For if you do I will torment you
And after death me ghost will haunt you
Love fare thee well

Oh the French are fighting boldly
Men are dying hot and coldly
Give every man his flask of powder
His firelock upon his shoulder
Love fare thee well

2 comentários:

Whiskey Jack disse...

e viva o Whiskey!!!

NandaPrado disse...

mas é um bebum mesmo! toma vergonha na cara!!!! *P