Mu330 - Ireland текст песни

Ireland is at war with herself
Hopeless that i couldn't help
When ireland is at war with herself
My heart was strong but i was wrong
To think that i could save her
Her head was mixed in politics
And i fell out of favor
There was no trial
No mercy mild
And now i am forever exiled
Ireland is at war with herself
All the time i spent in ireland
She never gave a hint of discontent
We used to run through the fields hand in hand
I was her little boy i was her somewhat bigger man
I pledged my loyalty
I was her patriot
I was her everything that she'd soon forget
Ireland is at war with herself
Hopeless cause i couldn't help
When ireland is at war with herself