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Data di rilascio: 01.03.2015
Linguaggio delle canzoni: inglese
Mountain Dew(originale) |
Let grasses grow and waters flow in a free and easy way |
But give me enough of the fine old stuff that’s made near Galway Bay |
And policemen all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim, too |
We’ll give them the slip when we take a sip of the real old mountain dew |
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |
At the foot of the hill there’s a neat little still where the smoke curls up to |
the sky |
By the smoke and the smell you can plainly tell, that there’s poteen brewing |
nearby |
For it fills the air with an odor rare that betwixt both me and you |
When home you stroll, take a bucket or a bowl of the real old mountain dew |
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |
Now learned men who use a pen have wrote your praises high |
That sweet poteen from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye |
Throw away your pills, it will cure all ills of pagan, Christian or Jew |
Take off you coat and grease your throat with the real old mountain dew |
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |
Hi-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |
(traduzione) |
Lascia che le erbe crescano e le acque scorrano in modo facile e gratuito |
Ma dammi abbastanza delle belle cose vecchie fatte vicino alla baia di Galway |
E anche i poliziotti del Donegal, Sligo e Leitrim |
Daremo loro la possibilità di prendere un sorso della vera vecchia rugiada di montagna |
Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |
Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |
Ai piedi della collina c'è un piccolo luogo tranquillo dove il fumo si arriccia |
il cielo |
Dal fumo e dall'odore puoi chiaramente dire che c'è una birra potente |
qui vicino |
Perché riempie l'aria di un odore raro che unisce me e te |
Quando a casa fai una passeggiata, prendi un secchio o una ciotola della vera vecchia rugiada di montagna |
Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |
Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |
Ora uomini dotti che usano una penna hanno scritto le tue lodi in alto |
Quel dolce poteen d'Irlanda verde, distillato da grano e segale |
Butta via le tue pillole, curerà tutti i mali di pagani, cristiani o ebrei |
Togliti il cappotto e ungiti la gola con la vera vecchia rugiada di montagna |
Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |
Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |
Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |
Ciao-di-diddley-i-dum, diddley-dum-di-dum, diddley-dum-di, diddley-i-day |