ná fan rófhada liom
mura dtagaim sa samhradh bán
uaireanta meallan an fharraige mé

ar an mbóthar fada chugat
níl inti ach mo dheora féin

slánaigh do chroí
ná habair gur thréigeas thú
abair gur bádh mé

/

don’t hold out too long
if I don’t come in sweet summer
sometimes the sea has her way with me

on the long road to you
she is swollen with my tears

salvage your heart
never say I left you
say I drowned

Michael Davitt | Chugat (To You), 1981, translated by the author

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(Source: books.google.com)

25 Sep 2011 / Reblogged from babybirch with Notes / words