Текст: Cranberries. So Cold in Ireland.

Here is a story of hope and of glory
He's eighteen years old and well I fell in love
But after that where have you gone, from me?
The one that I loved endlessly
We used to have a life but now it's all gone
Mystify, mystify, mystify, mystify
Mystify, mystify, mystify, mystify

Does it have to be so cold in Ireland?
Does it have to be so cold in Ireland, for me?
Are they ready for me? Are they ready for me?
Are they ready for me?

Where have you gone, from me?
The one that I loved endlessly
We were to have a child
Yesterday's gone

Well I knew the time would come
When I'd have to leave and go on
Look what they've done to me
They've taken my hand and it's killing me
Killing me, killing me, killing me

Does it have to be so cold in Ireland?
Does it have to be so cold in Ireland, for me?
Are they ready for me? Are they ready for me?
Are they ready for me?

And I'm afraid I'm returning to Ireland
I'm afraid I'm returning to Ireland
I see, that there is nothing for me
There is nothing for me, there is nothing for me