Ireland
Ireland is at war with herself
hopeless that i couldn't help
when ireland is at war with herself
my heart was strong but i was wrong
to think that i could save her
her head was mixed in politics
and i fell out of favor
there was no trial
no mercy mild
and now i am forever exiled
ireland is at war with herself
all the time i spent in ireland
she never gave a hint of discontent
we used to run through the fields hand in hand
i was her little boy i was her somewhat bigger man
i pledged my loyalty
i was her patriot
i was her everything that she'd soon forget
ireland is at war with herself
hopeless cause i couldn't help
when ireland is at war with herself
Irlanda
Irlanda está en guerra consigo misma
Desesperado por no poder ayudar
Cuando Irlanda está en guerra consigo misma
Mi corazón era fuerte pero estaba equivocado
Al pensar que podría salvarla
Su cabeza estaba enredada en política
Y caí en desgracia
No hubo juicio
Ni misericordia suave
Y ahora estoy exiliado para siempre
Irlanda está en guerra consigo misma
Todo el tiempo que pasé en Irlanda
Nunca dio señales de descontento
Solíamos correr por los campos de la mano
Yo era su niño, yo era su hombre un poco más grande
Prometí mi lealtad
Yo era su patriota
Yo era todo para ella, pero pronto lo olvidaría
Irlanda está en guerra consigo misma
Desesperado porque no pude ayudar
Cuando Irlanda está en guerra consigo misma
Escrita por: Dan Potthast