Ní minic a chuimhním anois ort
Ach inniú lá do bhreithe
Braithim uaim ceirnín do ghutha
Gona h-aorian clamhsáin
Is do chroí athláimhe
Gona chlúdach stróicthe
Dialaim dúnta do mhothúchán

D'fhanas deich neomat ar shráid an chloig
Ag comhaireamh neomat ar neomat
Go doicheallach stuacach a máirseáil tharam
Ar shála árda ar shráid an chloig

Ceolann an bháisteach fonn deor
A éilíonn focail
Is mo scórnach slóchta ag slaghdán
Níl nóta im' cheann
Is a chroí aonphoirt
Gona mhéara aclaí
Chughainn arís séasur foghlama

D'fhanas deich neomat ar shráid an chloig
Ag comhaireamh neomat ar neomat
Go doicheallach stuacach a máirseáil tharam
Ar shála árda ar shráid an chloig

('Tisn't often I think of you these days
But today on your birthday
I miss the record of your voice
With its one-track of complaining
And your second-hand heart
With its torn cover
The closed collection of your feelings

I waited ten minutes on the street of the clock
Counting minute by minute
Grudgingly, stuck upedly marching past me
On high heels, on clock street

The rain plays a tear-tune
That calls for words
And my throat choked with a cold
There isn't a note in my head
And oh my heart of the one tune
With its athletic fingers
Here we go again with the learning season

I waited ten minutes on the street of the clock
Counting minute by minute
Grudgingly, stuck upedly marching past me
On high heels, on clock street)


Lyrics submitted by nocturno minore

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