Xordas
Xordas fican as miñas orellas
Cegos fican os meus ollos
Eu que baixei, eu que baixei
Coas meigas os bosques e alí escoitei
Xordas fican as miñas orellas
Cegos fican os meus ollos
Eu que subin o alto dos cumios
E alí observei, alí observei
Óso e madeira, pedra e trisquel
Coñecín os que moran no alto das árbores
Os que corren espidos na neve do inverno
Os que vagan nas sombras
Cantando unha canción
Óso e madeira, pedra e trisquel
Coñecin os que rin en fronte o perigo
Aqueles que poden
Agocharse baixo as pedras
Tamén os que teñen lume nos ollos
Mais nada que facer, non comprenderei
E aqui xacerei, durmirei
Whispers
Whispers fill my ears
Blindness takes over my eyes
I who descended, I who descended
With the witches in the woods and there I listened
Whispers fill my ears
Blindness takes over my eyes
I who climbed to the mountain tops
And there I observed, there I observed
Bone and wood, stone and triskelion
I met those who dwell in the treetops
Those who run swiftly in the winter snow
Those who wander in the shadows
Singing a song
Bone and wood, stone and triskelion
I met those who laugh in the face of danger
Those who can
Hide under the rocks
Also those who have fire in their eyes
But nothing to do, I will not understand
And here I will lie, I will sleep
Escrita por: Pablo C. Ursusson