Iathghlas Oilean i mo chroi Fan liom go deo Green Eden Green Eden Emerald Island Can you hear me calling Emerald Island Can you hear me mourning I turn
: I beg you Forgive me Please forgive me While my ship is burning down While I have enough strength to hold on stars Through covered eyes with hands
: Like milk you sound The fragrant taste of rum is on the my lips And rough taste of your perfume Oh, could you wait forever And no one wait for you
: Would you cover with soil my cry? I saw the bells on my houses burning With my eyes Make me cry numb I saw the bells on my houses burning Ashfall fills
: And you swam as a leader From the bottom of the sea Towards the top Amongst the rocks, amongst the mist Splits in the rocks next to the shark shoal
: With my every rebirth I shall Burn myself to ashes again and again To ashes I'll find one star That you'll like Among sixty eight, dispersed Along
As if I was sleeping, as if it was in waking Fire winged Phoenix appeared to me It made a screaming cry And stow in flame remains of wood My island is
my feet against the coral reefs Tangled in rope and knots Accompanied by blind souls of mariners Give me the strength to reach you! My energy! My ocean (The emerald island
: Uninhabited beach fanned by the coolness I am finally in your captivity I am the prisoner of the island I walk I'm walking ripping off last clothes
: Brighter than you I set on fire the stars Wiping the paint The paint along yellow leaves As if I fell I loosing now you and myself Burning and wrapping
: We looked into the wide open sky window As often as at nights in August The stars reel When the sunset sunk tinged with colours of marengo and vanilla
was filled with dismay He was bewaring of mutiny. The governor decided set me to my last sail Lay down an aim to bring my long-time lady friend To the deserted island
Iathghlas Oilean i mo chroi Fan liom go deo Green Eden Green Eden Emerald Island Can you hear me calling Emerald Island Can you hear me mourning I
Mes pieds etaient encore sortis au froid dehors les tiens etaient d'accord pour fouler au printemps mort des vapeurs ocean tes mains courraient encore
