Tír na nÓg

 

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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