Green crow - Дерри - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The song is the translation (with reductions) of the famous song to the verses of Robert Gerard Sandza, who is better known as Bobby Sands. This poet was a member of Ira and died in prison during a hunger strike for the rights of political prisoners. Bobby Sands wrote the song “Back Home in Derry” in prison. She tells about the events of the beginning of the 19th century, when the Irish rebels were sent to hard labor to Australia.

In the midst of raging waters, our ship goes

From the beloved city of Derry.

We fly along the waves, and in our hands all of us

These rusty chains have put on.

We took us from cute land to the ocean,

Leaving our women in sorrow.

Here the sails ring, and on all voices

We curse you, the British.

Oh ... will I ever return to Derry?

The evil sun is falling, my heart hurts

In a stuffy hold, in mud and poorlam.

Sixty rebels - we will be in Botan Bay

We have been thundered to death with shackles.

Here O’Connor, my friend, shuddered from the torment.

God, where is his dexterity and strength?

After all, he was stronger among our guys,

But his fever mowed.

Oh ... I see you in a dream, Derry.

Look, look, we are already forty -three.

There is no pain, there is fatigue and anger.

Finally, we reached the damned land,

Where we will be slaves to the coffin.

And twenty years will pass, here I will meet the dawn,

Here I will meet a cold old age.

I was a rebel, yes, I was a robber.

God sees, I will remain so!

Oh ... don't wait for me anymore, Derry ...