Sráid An Chloig Lyrics

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)