And if I seem a fool to you, tell me ;
I can’t admit the world the way you see.
Our lives reach that period of decline,
Where love will lose faith, submerged in bad wine.
And what I want is love, all it does bring :
The lone long waiting for the phone to ring.
Then you hear the words that liven your spring,
The only voice which is tuned to your string.
But the line is eaten by birds of prey,
See them fly above in the sky of grey.
Sooner or later the line will be dust,
And your wonderful string will meet the rust.
I only had to lose my illusions,
But the birds even shred my convictions.
So I will commit my life to my God,
Though it is not His feet near mine who trod.
That was the ones of distress and of need,
They still make me weep like a man could bleed.
So please now let me tell you what I mean :
God lives in a town where I’ve never been.
Gabhaim molta Bríghde
Ionmhain í le hÉirinn
Ionmhain le gach tír í
Molaimís go léir í
Lóchrann geal na Laighneach
Soilsiú feadh na tíre
Ceann ar óghaibh Éireann
Ceann na mban ar míne
Tig an geimhreadh dian dubh
Gearradh lena ghéire
Ach ar lá 'le Bríghde
Gar dúinn Earrach Éireann
Gabhaim molta Bríghde
Ionmhain í le hÉirinn
Ionmhain le gach tír í
Molaimís go léir í
I’m an albatross unfolding my wing
Over you, mermaid. My love keeps flowing
As a meandering river in your entrails.
The pilgrim that I am, on his raft, sails.
Lead me to the frontispiece of your love,
Where I will prostrate before you, my dove.
And our hands will unite in the same glove,
And my eyes on your face will always rove.
If ever our God’s anger try to wrest
My body from yours, my hand from your breast,
If He wants me to adore only Him,
I’ll take refuge in the ravine of your dream.
And I’ll stay there for the rest of my days.
Love’s the only thing you can’t overpraise.
But my ladder to Heavens has nowhere to lean,
Because God lives in a town where I’ve never been.
credits
from narrative mindfucking,
released June 20, 2012
Lyrics : Aurélien Lemant & Gabhaim molta Bríghde Gaelic song
Vocals : David Coquart & Anne-Claire Hyvert
Jew's harp : David Coquart
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