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Autor: SerbianFighter : |
A grand old team Hail, hail, the Celts are here, what to hell do we care, what to hell do we care Hail, hail, the Celts are here, what to hell do we care now For it’s a grand old team to play for, for it’s a grand old team to see And if you know the history it’s enough to make your heart go oh,oh,oh We don’t care if we win, loose or draw, what to hell do we care For we only know that there’s gonna be the show and the Glasgow Celtic will be there Sure is the best damn team in Scotland and the players all around For we support the Celtic as we are the finest in the land (God bless them) We’ll be there to give the Bhoys a cheer where the league flag flies And the cheers go up when we know the Scottish cup is coming home to rest in Paradise |
Autor: SerbianFighter : |
A moment…like the longest day A moment like the longest day It seems will last forever Every look you gave to me Still flashes in my mind An’ every breath an’ every word When you said to me: ”I’m goin’” I lost myself I lost my own I said… I said I’ll go to heaven But I’m goin’ to my own prison To keep my faith from you To keep my strength from you My lips are sealed forever I’ll exile myself wherever To save my soul from you To save myself from you That moment now’s so far away But I still can feel it today Every word I gave to you Lies frozen deep inside All I want to say is wrong All I want to say is senseless Now the world to me means nothin’ I said… I said I’ll go to heaven But I’m goin’ to my own prison To keep my faith from you To keep my strength from you My lips are sealed forever I’ll exile myself wherever To save my soul from you To save myself from you |
Autor: SerbianFighter : |
Against the wind The day was sad an’ sore like most of other days Full of rain cold an’ gray I never felt so tired as tired I am now Hangin’ on the string of fate The hours come The hours go Counting steps I lose control Life still goes on Chorus Against the wind The years have gone Against the wind I stand alone Against the wind Without a fear Against the wind Without a tear I stood alone and watched my tied an’ useless hands Tryin’ to move tryin’ to feel I see the shade of death that’s sneakin’ all around Waitin’ for a chance to grab my soul The hours come The hours go A surrendering way Is not my own Life still goes on Chorus |
Autor: SerbianFighter : |
Bean Na Shi Her hair is like silver, her eyes are like gold She's never been young and she'll never grow old She lives by the Shannon, the Liffey and the Lee The sweet, swift, elusive Bean Na Shi She rides a red roan when the moon winds are blowin' Glides like a zephyr and sings like a harp Beware of her anger, as sharp as a dagger Splintering icicles into your heart Bean Na Shi - my living fairytale Bean Na Shi - my dream will never end She lives in a bower, surrounded by flowers Guarded around by wild bramble trees I'm anxious to find her as I want to remind her Of promise she made to me when I was three Her name could be Aine, Blahin or Grainne Nobody knows what her real name might be But I'll take a gamble and brave the wild brambles To come face-to-face with the Bean Na Shi |
Autor: SerbianFighter : |
Blue That was just a peaceful morning, after the cold winter night, When I layed upon a dead tree, On the bank where we used to be There was a planty of snow around me, An empty bottle in my hand, The cold wind just was whistling, On the place I tried to stand Then I saw the blue sky over, When the fog begun to fade, And the blue coloured river, That covered my fuckin' shade I remember why I'm here, When I heard your gently call, I saw the face in front of me, With the bluest eyes of all When I tried to reach your hand, I realised you're just a dream, I kissed the lips of ghostly girl, That stood in front of me I felt love after all this years, In the silence of dead old tree, There was cold, but in heart was warm, When you stood next to me I said goodbye to river, When I heard your gently call, Someday I know I'll find again, My bluest eyes of all. |
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