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Somhairle Mac Gill-Eain
I am with my mind
To walk along the beach
We come together
It a few steps away from me.
It turned to me and asked:
Do you hear the sound of the wind,
Your beautiful white girl
Monday will marry?
I hold my heart sinking, boiling,
Do not tear it out of the chest,
Then I replied: I'm afraid so,
I do not need this lie.
Am I able to take off
Venus shining sinking,
Put it away pocket,
Careful with the double?
When the crisis in Spain,
I did not die on the cross,
How can we expect the fate of
Give me a new reward?
I embarked on a mean path,
Narrow, dry, deserted,
How can the face of love
Like the roar of thunder and lightning?
But if I again choose
Then be able to stand in the Hai Yu
With a full heart I will
Out of heaven, or hell!
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