No Shoes
John Lee HookerOriginal | Irish Transcreation by Gabriel Rosenstock |
NO SHOES No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet No food on my table And no shoes to go on my feet My children cry for mercy They got no place to call your own. Hard times, hard times Hard times seems like they’re here to stay Hard times, hard times Hard times seems like they’re here to stay If someone don't help me And I just can't be around free much long. No shoes on my feet And no food to go on my table Oh no, too sad Children crying for bread. | NÍL BIA AR AN MBORD Níl bia ar an mbord Is tá mo chosa gan bhróg Níl bia ar an mbord Is tá mo chosa gan bhróg Trócaire, a deir na leanaí Mar nach bhfuil díon os a gcionn Drochshaol, drochshaol Drochshaol, drochshaol atá lán d'éad Drochshaol, drochshaol Drochshaol, drochshaol atá lán d'éad Mura bhfaighimse lámh chúnta Ní bheidh mé anseo i gceann trí mhí Níl bia ar an mbord Is tá mo chosa gan bhróg Níl bia ar an mbord Is tá mo chosa gan bhróg Trócaire, a deir na leanaí Mar nach bhfuil díon os a gcionn Drochshaol, drochshaol Drochshaol, drochshaol atá lán d'éad Drochshaol, drochshaol Drochshaol, drochshaol atá lán d'éad Mura bhfaighimse lámh chúnta Ní bheidh mé anseo i gceann trí mhí Mo chosa gan bhróg Is níl aon bhia ag dul ar an mbord Mo chosa gan bhróg Is níl aon bhia ag dul ar an mbord Ó, nach brónach! Scread aráin na leanaí. |