LISTEN TO - ASCOLTA
This evening seems the paradise
behind the oak trees the twilight
it is shining in a way that touches heart
The wind is just a lullaby
the birds are courting in the sky
while the light with its decay rimms the land
Close to the border of the night I take a boat
It goes to Tir na nOg* where youth is the only world
And I’ll go there again a million time
To vanquish my despair, to feel alive
Just after the sunset, the west opens a pass
the hills are painted red when from the soil an hand
can bring you to a land of other kind
where no wind can lash and there’s no time
Unhindered I reach the place
where the sun finds the sacred nest
and there I hear some rattles singing out
There fairies are forgathering
to start a night outside the Sidhe**
if you see, you have to oath you have not seen
Close to the border of the night I take a boat
It goes to Tir na nOg* where youth is the only world
And I’ll go there again a million time
To vanquish my despair, to feel alive
Just after the sunset, the west opens a pass
the hills are painted red when from the soil an hand
can bring you to a land of other kind
where no wind can lash and there’s no time
* Tír na nÓg ("Terra del giovane eterno") è l'altromondo della mitologia irlandese
** Sidhe è la parola gaelica che indica il popolo fatato, chiamato anche piccolo popolo
7th May 2021
