Tant bien que mal, les jours défilent... 17 mars, le jour du trefle...
Sachez-le, Saint Patrick était (non conan, il n'était pas punk ni gothique) allemand ! En tout cas ce soir...
Tiens, puisqu'on parle d'Irish et de dirty....
"I met my love by the gas works wall
Dreamed a dream by the old canal
Kissed a girl by the factory wall
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Clouds a drifting across the moon
Cats a prowling on their beat
Spring's a girl in the street at night
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
Heard a siren from the docks
Saw a train set the night on fire
Smelled the spring on the smoky wind
Dirty old town
Dirty old town
I'm going to make me a good sharp axe
Shining steel tempered in the fire
Will chop you down like an old dead tree
Dirty old town
Dirty old town" (source)