Críochfort - IMLÉ

Meas tú céard a dhéanfar leis na hacmhainní atá againn

An ligfidh muid orainn nach mbeidh deireadh leo go deo

Nó diriú ar an ídiú le tuile luas ghearú

Smaoineamh ar an ngearradh siar, sin srian a shamhlú

Meas tú an bfhuil sé fior nach féidir ariamh

Éalú ón deireadh, ceann scribe an duine

Déan mar is mian leat ach ná déan dearmad

Níl ionat ach scamall anseo ar an bplainéad

Tinn tuirseach den teidlíocht a léiritear

Scaití ní bhionn mé (bhím) féin mórán nios fearr

Fear leithliseach, gan chiall, leibide santach

Rud a chuireach drochbhail ar mhisneach

Cén fáth nach bhfeiceann tú

Na rudai céanna a fheiceann mé (fheicim) nuair a bhreathnaionn

Tú amach ar an gcuan álainn sin amach romhainn

Na rudai céanna a bhfeiceann mé (fheicim)

Tá a fhios agaibh nuair a bhíonn sibh cráite

Caite ag an gcur i gcéill nach stopann ag grágail

Gan loighic ná ciall ar nós inneall tionsclaíoch

Gan smacht intinne ní aimseoidh tú do chriochfort

B’fhéidir gurb in direach an rud atá uainn

B’fhéidir nach bhfuil aon dóchas ann dúinn

B’fhéidir gurb in direach an aisling mheabhail

Tá sé deacair agam a rá mar níl ionam ach scamall

B’fhéidir nach bhfuil a leithéid de rud ann agus faoiseamh

B’fhéidir nach bhfuil le déamamh ach a bheith ag caoineadh

Nó gluaisecht chun cinn ag fuaimiú go binn

Ag neartú an phaisin is ag cur leis an domhan

Cén fáth nach bhfeiceann tú

Na rudai céanna a fheiceann mé (fheicim) nuair a bhreathnaionn

Tú amach ar an gcuan álainn sin amach romhainn

Na rudaí céanna a bhfeiceann mé (fheicim)

Nil tú leat féin, a mhac

Feargach lionta lán de bhrón

Caith uait an diúltach

Scaip an dearfach timpeall an domhain

Nil tú leat féin, a mhac

Nil tú leat féin, a mhac

Caith uait an diúltach

Scaip an dearfach timpeall an domhain

B’fhéidir gurb in direch an rud atá uainn

B’fhéidir go bhfuil beagáinin dóchais ann dúinn

B’fhéidir gurb in direach an aisling mheabhail

Tá sé deacair agam a rá mar níl ionam ach scamall

B’fhéidir go bhfuil leithéid de rud ann agus faoiseamh

B’fhéidir nach bhfuil le déanamh ach a bheith ag caoineamh

Nó gluaiseacht chun cinn ag fuaimiú go binn

Ag neartú an phaisin is ag cur leis an domhan

Cén fáth nach bhfeiceann tú

Tá a fhios agaibh nuair a bhionn sibh cráite

Caite ag an gcur i gcéill nach stopann ag grágail

Gan loighic ná ciall ar nós inneall tionsclaioch

Gan smacht intinne ni aimseoidh tú do chriochfort

B’fhéidir gurb in direch an rud atá uainn

B’fhéidir go bhfuil beagáinin dóchais ann dúinn

B’fhéidir gurb in direach an aisling mheabhail

Tá sé deacair agam a rá mar níl ionam ach scamall

Consider what will be done with the resources we have

Shall we pretend they will never end

Or focus on the exhaustion with a flood of quickening speed

Think about the cutback, imagine that restriction

You consider if it is true which is never possible

Escape from the end, the head of the human scribe

Do what you want but don't forget

You are just a cloud here on the planet

Sick and tired of the entitlement shown

I'm not (I was) much better myself

A lonely, senseless, selfish leper

Something that is demoralizing

Why don't you see

The same things I see (see) when I look

You out on that beautiful bay ahead

The same things I see (I see)

You know when you are distressed

Spent by the pretender who doesn't stop crying

Without logic or sense like an industrial machine

Without mind control you will not find your destination

Maybe it's just what we want

Maybe there is no hope for us

Maybe it's just a deceptive dream

It's hard for me to say because I'm just a cloud

Maybe it's not that much of a relief

Maybe all you have to do is cry

Or a forward motion sounding sweet

Strengthening the passion and contributing to the world

Why don't you see

The same things I see (see) when I look

You out on that beautiful bay ahead

The same things I see (I see)

You are not alone, son

Angry filled with sadness

Throw away the negative

Spread the positivity around the world

You are not alone, son

You are not alone, son

Throw away the negative

Spread the positivity around the world

Maybe it's exactly what we want

Maybe there is some hope for us

Maybe it's just a deceptive dream

It's hard for me to say because I'm just a cloud

Maybe there is such a thing as relief

Maybe all you have to do is cry

Or forward movement sounding sweet

Strengthening the passion and contributing to the world

Why don't you see

You know when you are distressed

Spent by the pretender who doesn't stop crying

Without logic or sense like an industrial machine

Without mind control you will not find your destination

Maybe it's exactly what we want

Maybe there is some hope for us

Maybe it's just a deceptive dream

It's hard for me to say because I'm just a cloud