| Originale | Traduzione inglese di Andrew Aelfwine /English Translation by... |
| AMHRÁN GRÁ VIETNAM | VIETNAM LOVE SONG |
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| Dúirt síad go raibh muid gan náir | They said we had no shame |
| ag ceiliúir ár ngrá | celebrating our love |
| agus an scríos seo inár dtimpeall. | with this ruin all around us. |
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| an seabhac ag guairdeall san aer | the hawk gyring in the air |
| ag feitheamh le boladh an bháis. | awaiting the smell of death. |
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| dúirt síad gurb íad seo ár muintír féin | they said these were our own people |
| gurb í seo sochraide ár muintíre. | this, the funeral of our people. |
| gur chóir dúinn bheith sollúnta féin | that we should at least be solemn, |
| bíodh nach raibh brónach. | even if we were not sorrowful. |
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| ach muidne, | but we, |
| tá muid ‘nós na haimsire | we're much like the weather, |
| go háirid an ghrían. | especially the sun. |
| ní thugann muid mórán aird' | we don't pay too much heed |
| ar imeachtaí na háite seo feasta. | to the goings-on, lately. |
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| lobhann gach rúd le teas na gréine | each thing rots with the sun's heat |
| thar an mbás | once it's dead |
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| agus ní muidne a mharaigh íad | and it wasn't we who killed them |
| ach sibhse. | but yourselves. |
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| d'féadadh muid fanacht ar pháirc an áir | we might've stayed on the slaughter-field |
| ach chuir aighthe brónacha na saighdiúrí | but the sorrowful faces of the soldiers |
| ag gáirí sinn | started us laughing |
| agus thogh muid áit bhog cois abhainn. | and we took a soft place by the river. |
