Sunset Showed a whore no mercy As the orange sky was screaming From the roof I let her go These are the dizzying heights that brought me My Wild Irish Rose Now red is the rose
wild Irish Rose My wild Irish Rose The sweetest flower that grows You may search everywhere But none can compare with my wild Irish Rose My wild Irish
his Wild Irish Rose This crazy old fool in the smelly old clothes He could have had something much better, God knows Than a half-empty bottle of Wild Irish Rose
My wild Irish Rose the sweetest flower that grows You may search everywhere but none can compare with my wild Irish Rose My wild Irish Rose the dearest
Showed a whore no mercy As the orange sky was screaming From the roof I let her go These are the dizzying heights that brought me My wild Irish rose Now red is the rose
Showed a whore no mercy As the orange sky was screaming From the roof I let her go These are the dizzying heights that brought me My Wild Irish Rose Now red is the rose
Übersetzung: Olcott Chauncey. My Wild Irish Rose.
Übersetzung: Daniel O'Donnell. My Wild Irish Rose.
Übersetzung: Jones, George. Wild Irish Rose.
Übersetzung: Locklin, Hank. My Wild Irish Rose.
Übersetzung: The Ink Spots. My Wild Irish Rose.
Übersetzung: U2. Wild Irish Rose.
