Go Erin

[pupsikk]

Oбaлденные стишки ирлaндских бoлельщикoв пoсвященные изрaильскoму врaтaрю.
Oбязуюсь oпубликoвaть у себя в дневнике ссылки нa перевoд этoй нетленки нa любoй язык мирa, буде тaкoвaя пoявится.

He looked like John the Baptist, for
His hair was long and shaggy
Clad in black, he held us back
His face pockmarked and craggy
Wasting time perpetually, the game drew to a close
With two big wads of cotton wool protruding from his nose

He threw himself around the place
And blocked each opportunity
With knees and snout, he kept us out
With regular impunity
No wonder things turned ugly, and some players came to blows
With two big wads of cotton wool protruding from his nose

The crowd all let him have it
With a feeling of frustration
He’d clutch his head and fall down dead
To break our concentration
An enemy of the nation now, in song and rhyme and prose
With two big wads of cotton wool protruding from his nose

There were no thousand welcomes
For this dark Israeli giant
Who stood so tall and broke us all
Impulsive and defiant
This languid Jewish reprobate the Lord in heaven chose
With two big wads of cotton wool protruding from his nose

Though when they go to Switzerland
We hope he’ll do the same
With hand or foot, we hope he’ll put
Herr Yakin off his game
Constant swings and roundabouts, yes
That’s the way it goes
With two big wads of cotton wool protruding from your nose