N?inic a chuimhn?anois ort
Ach inni? do bhreithe
Braithim uaim ceirn?do ghutha
Gona h-aorian clamhs?
Is do chro?thl?he
Gona chl?h str?he
Dialaim d? do mhoth?n

D'fhanas deich neomat ar shr? an chloig
Ag comhaireamh neomat ar neomat
Go doicheallach stuacach a m?se? tharam
Ar sh? ?a ar shr? an chloig

Ceolann an bh?teach fonn deor
A ??n focail
Is mo sc?ch sl?a ag slaghd?br>N?n?im' cheann
Is a chro?onphoirt
Gona mh?a acla?r>Chughainn ar?s?ur foghlama

D'fhanas deich neomat ar shr? an chloig
Ag comhaireamh neomat ar neomat
Go doicheallach stuacach a m?se? tharam
Ar sh? ?a ar shr? 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)