Sguaban Arbhair Übersetzung

The Sheaves Of Corn

Last night I was looking through a drawer
I came across a photograph
It was a photograph of my grandfather and grandmother
With a small boy by their side

They were working, making sheaves of corn
I sat looking into that photograph all night
A longing came into my heart
And a heaviness bore down upon me

It is not the ageing process that I am resisting
It is not that my life is unfullfilled
It is to realise that I am living in a wooden world
With people that can not understand my language

My grandfather and my grandmother have long gone
The sheaves of corn have fallen down
I have departed to another world
And Gaelic had disappeared from my mouth

Once more to be home
Once more to be alive
Running around the sheaves of corn
Once more to be young