Texty:
The Mearas

Text based on the poem The Mearas by Philippa Boyens, translated into Old English (Rohirric) by David Salo, music by Howard Shore Solo in Old English

Chorus: 'Se/ mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear 'Se/ mo Chaesar Gile Mear Suan na/ se/an ni/ bhfuaireas fe/in O/ chuaigh i gce/in mo Ghile Mear Grief and pain

what the fuck do you want from me? what the fuck is there to see? don't pin your stereotypes upon me 'cause you'll never, never know me people judge me

sing your dream to me once more [Chorus:] 'Se mo laoch mo ghile mear 'Se mo Sheasar, gile mear Suan gan sean ni bhfuair me fein O chuaigh i gcein mo ghile mear

first one out try to run away couldnt say i dont think so we're gona piss on all the youth before we can row away __________________________ we're gona

Said, the fight to make ends meet Keeps a man upon his feet Holding down his job Trying to show, he can't be bought Ooh, it takes every kind of people

CHORUS I'm gonna piss on a hornet's nest I'm gonna piss on a hornet's nest I'm gonna piss on a hornet's nest I hope I don't get stung Everybody's tellin

''The audience was large and brilliant. Upon my weary heart was showered smiles, plaudits, and flowers, but beyond them, I saw thorns and troubles innumerable

Překlad: Agathocles. Take Piss.