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Versuri Celtic Echo – The Boxer lyrics

I am just a poor boy
From the streets of Dublin town
My father left when I was young
My mother wore a frown
I left my home and family
At the age of seventeen
To seek my fortune in this cruel world
Chasing stupid dreams

I came to London with my fists
And nothing in my hand
I fought for pennies in the backstreets
Of this foreign land
The winter cuts right through my coat
The hunger burns my pride
But in the ring I stand alone
With nothing left to hide

Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie
La-lei-la-lei

In the clearing stands a boxer
And a fighter by his trade
And he carries the reminders
Of every glove that laid him low
Or cut him till he cried out
In his anger and his shame
„I am leaving, I am leaving
But the fighter still remains”

Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie
La-lei-la-lei

In the quiet of the night
I hear my mother call my name
She asked me why a chose this life
Of blood and sweat and pain
I have squandered all my money
On the women and the wine
But still the fighter in me says
„Get up, lad… one more time”

Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie
Lie-la-lie, lie-la-lie-la-lie-la-lie
The fighter still remains
The fighter still remains…