Mi-e dor de bautele batranesti trase in anii ce-au trecut. Erau genul de baute la care doar stateai cu sticla in fata si erai inconjurat de oameni cu chef de alcoolizare si caterinca.
Acum stau si ascult o melodie de-a noastra de betie si ma gandesc la ce-a fost... saracul ficat... si vreau sa beau pana pic din picioare, sa ascult muzica irlandeza si sa fac multa caterinca...
Pe 4 iunie sa curga berea!
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
Hurroo Hurroo
We had guns and drums and drums and guns,
Hurroo Hurroo
We had guns and drums and drums and guns
The enemy never slew ya
Johnny I hardly knew ya!!!
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