Dalriada - Ígéret versuri traducere în engleză

Promise

Turn, my dear horse, toward the sunset,
we will never return here anyway.
I’m going to a far away land, I’ll live in exile,
I will never see my beautiful homeland again.
 
Blow away, dear wind, blow away the dust of the long journey,
the dust of my long journey, the trail of my dun horse.
My dun was a good horse, good its behavior,
God bless whoever raised it.
 
Dawn is inviting a dream, promising a quietly ringing song,
the wind follows me from one road to another.
A new day is a new promise, lost in exile
in great sadness I retire to bed.
 
Bones crumble under the pressure of black earth,
my sad heart is being destroyed by sorrow.
I’m an orphan, an orphan like the stubble on the field
whose ornament was taken away by the sickle.
 
Foreign people in a foreign country,
I walk in the streets but I don’t know anyone.
I would speak to them but they wouldn’t understand,
which is sorely bitter to my heart.
 
Dawn is inviting a dream, promising a quietly ringing song,
the wind follows me from one road to another,
a new day is a new promise, lost in exile,
in great sadness I retire to bed.
 


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