Sacred Haven of Debauchery

I was the first guy on the forum,
I knew the moderators very well,
But I really didn't like
Being called "Irishka."

I wasn't good at trolling people
And I didn't want to be "Irishka,"
I didn't even eat them, imagine,
There were no similarities at all.

Well, why do they call me "Irishka,"
I'm ashamed and it hurts me a lot,
And from this word, I cry inside,
But you can't see it on the outside.

And with my beloved goddess,
We broke up, unfortunately, very quickly,
Because someone told her:
"You're boosting Irishka's rating!"

In grief, I started to avoid everyone
And I shied away from passersby,
And I had to play "Moth,"
I became someone I didn't recognize.

Well, why do they call me "Irishka,"
I'm ashamed and it hurts me a lot,
And from this word, I cry inside,
But you can't see it on the outside.

And, of course, they didn't call me "Irishka" out of malice,
It was just a joke,
But the offense crept into my heart,
These letters were killing me.

My mind plunged into darkness,
I turned into a crazy person,
I started to growl and shake my hair,
Why wasn't I born a wolf?

Well, why do they call me "Irishka,"
I'm ashamed and it hurts me a lot,
And from this word, I cry inside,
But you can't see it on the outside.