Da Mhile Bliadhna Übersetzung

Two Thousand Years

Below many moons
On a two thousand year old road

Who could have believed all that we have seen
And suffered in our generation

The wilderness has grown
Where we have sown the seeds of our shame

Hunger and thirst
The legacy of our population

In our ignorance
Our joy has lost direction

Two thousand years
NO the slow broad way

I am climbing up the highest hill
For a sight of the landscape
Behind the other side of the valley

On the streets of the everlasting city
Day will not end, time will not shift

Up through the numbers
We will rise like stepping on a ladder

In the aprting
We will be transformed in the blink of an eye

Give us the new number
The eternal days