Текст песни Good Old Days (David Keenan) с переводом

Won’t you meet me down, down by Barrack Street

Where the sailors all come in to greet their families

I heard an auld one speak of the emergency

Hiding coal under a baby in its pram

That’s where my mother’s mother

Was raised on bread and butter

Mapping those streets in the creases of her palm

Father converged on the bars and prepared

For the coming of the glimmer man

We won’t shed no tears for the good old days

But for talk’s sake, we can mourn them in a song

And the truth be told, they’re what made us up

I say god bless you

And bless all who belong to thee

Won’t you meet me down by the pork factory houses

Where the bicycles are all traveling in unison

Where the latch is forever left on every door

Keep your eyes peeled for the peelers in the dark

We had love, not money

And to those that stung me

I would greet them all with the tipping of my cap

So, let’s escape and go to a picture show

In the picture house where the navies and the banshees roam

We won’t shed no tears for the good old days

But for talk’s sake, we can mourn them in a song

And the truth be told, they’re what made us up

I say god bless you

And bless all who belong to thee

We won’t shed no tears for the good old days

But for talk’s sake, we can mourn them in a song

And the truth be told, they’re what made us up

I say god bless you

And bless all who belong to thee

And bless all who belong to thee

And bless all who belong to thee

God bless all who belong to thee

We won’t shed no tears for the good old days

But for talk’s sake, we can mourn them in a song

And the truth be told, they’re what made us up

I say god bless you

And bless all who belong to thee

And bless all who belong to thee

And bless all who belong to thee

God bless all who belong to thee