Ligeas dom féin bheith im choillteán
Ar maos i mbainne is i gcodlaidín, gearradh mé
D’fhonn na nótaí is airde, is binne a chanadh Dhuit
Is bhíos i m’aingeal ainnis os comhair an tsaoil
Chanas gur chailleas mo ghuth
Is mo chiall
Tá mo smig maol
Triailfead cleas eile amárach
Im ghréasaí bróg
Sea, tosnód as an nua ag Do dhá throigh
I allowed myself become a castrato
Steeped in milk, in opium, I was cut,
To sing the highest, the sweetest notes for You
What a miserable angel I was in the sight of the world
I sang until I lost my voice
And my senses
My chin is bare
I will try new tactics tomorrow
Be a shoemaker
Yes, begin all over again at Your feet