Оригинален текст
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
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And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
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Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
-
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
And he'll never fight over you (x3)