Текст песни What Makes the Irish Heart Beat - Van Morrison

All that trouble, all that grief, that′s why I had to leave
Staying away too long is in defeat
Why I'm singing this song, why I′m heading back home
That's what makes the Irish heart beat

I'm just like a hobo riding a train, I′m like a gangster living in Spain
Have to watch my back and I′m running out of time
When I roll the dice again, if lady luck will call my name
That's what makes the Irish heart beat

Well, that′s what makes it beat, when I'm standing on the street
And I′m standing underneath this Wrigley's sign
Oh, so far away from home but I know I′ve got to roam
That's what makes the Irish heart beat

And it was off to foreign climes on the Piccadilly line
We were standing underneath the, the Wrigley's sign
So far away from home but I know I′ve got to roam
That′s what makes the Irish heart beat

Just like a sailor out on the foam, any port in a storm
Where we tend to burn the candle at both ends
By the corridors of fame, like the spark ignites the flame
That's what makes the Irish heart beat

But I roll the dice again, if lady luck will call my name
That′s what makes the Irish heart beat
Oh, that's what makes the Irish heart beat
That′s what makes the Irish heart beat