Out beside the sea
We were close
And far away all at once.
The cold winds blew
As it turned to me,
Forcing to look him in the eye:
Is it true that she’s getting married on Monday?
I felt my heart rising,
Even though I had put it in chains.
Most likely; why should I lie about it?
My heart fought,
Cried in bitter pain.
How could I expect to grab
That radiant golden star,
To grab it and put into my pocket.
I did not take a cross’ death
In the hard extremity of Spain,
And except that new price of fate.
My reason seemed speachless,
How should you expect to
Recieve a gift from fate,
When you were blessed with your
Life and vitality
While your comrades died
And how should I hold still
Keeping silent and watching her
While my heart breaks his chains
And cries out in bitter pain?
I looked at the sea.
I was walking a small road,
Small, mean, dry.
My reason turned away.
A vowless promise.
But if I had the choice again,
I would leap from heaven or hell,
Whith a whole spirit and heart.
Turned & Twisted, following the way of a gaelic song, by Alisa Riechmann. An Roghainn Dàin do Eimhir. 15.05.16