Tir n'a Noir - Vamp, Rita Eriksen

Det e svart november.

Havet knuse mot strand

Ein forliste drøm fra et sommargrønt land

Men eg huske endå vakre Mary mcKear

Longt vest i Tir n’a Noir

Va du drøm?

Va du te?

Va du hud?

Va du blod?

Eg kan hørra deg le.

Eg kan huska eg lo

Bakom horisontar

Så forvitra og glir

E du mi

Mi Mary McKear

Når min rustne kropp går i bakkane tungt

Hørr' eg nåken hviska bakom vintrane ungt:

Kom tebake, venn, ifra kneiper og svir

Kom igjen te Tir n’a Noir

Kom te hud.

Kom te sinn ifra alt så e grått

Eg ska stryka ditt kinn, gjørra blikket ditt blått

For bak horisontar

Så forvitra og glir

E eg di

Di Mary McKear

Så når kvelden komme og eg stilt går ombord

Og min livbåt blir låra i seks fot med jord

Seil' eg vest i havet te Mary McKear i

Det grønne Tir n’a Noir

Te drøm og te kinn og ein himmel av trøst

Kor allting e sinn og eg hørre di røst:

Horisontar fins’kje

Alt du tar på forblir

Eg e di

Di Mary McKear

It's Black November.

The sea smashes against the beach

A sunken dream from a summer green land

But I still remember beautiful Mary McKear

Far west in Tir n’a Noir

Are you dreaming?

What are you doing?

Are you skin?

Are you blood?

I can hear you laughing.

I remember laughing

Behind the horizon

Then wither and slide

Are you my

Mi Mary McKear

When my rusty body hits the ground hard

Do I hear someone whispering behind the winter trees young:

Come back, friend, from the swag and the swag

Come on te Tir n’a Noir

Come tea skin.

Come away from everything so gray

I will stroke your cheek, make your eyes blue

For behind the horizon

Then wither and slide

I am you

Di Mary McKear

So when the evening comes and I quietly board

And my lifeboat becomes thigh in six feet of earth

I sailed west into the ocean and Mary McKear i

The green Tir n'a Noir

Tea dream and tea cheeks and a sky of comfort

When all is mind and I hear your voice:

There are no horizons

Everything you touch stays

I am you

Di Mary McKear