Devils & Dust
Bruce SpringsteenOriginale | Irish transcreation by Gabriel Rosenstock |
DEVILS & DUST I got my finger on the trigger But I don't know who to trust When I look into your eyes There's just devils and dust We're a long, long way from home, Bobbie Home's a long, long way from us I feel a dirty wind blowing Devils and dust I got God on my side I'm just trying to survive What if what you do to survive Kills the things you love Fear's a powerful thing It can turn your heart black you can trust It'll take your God filled soul And fill it with devils and dust Well I dreamed of you last night In a field of blood and stone The blood began to dry The smell began to rise Well I dreamed of you last night In a field of mud and bone Your blood began to dry The smell began to rise We've got God on our side We're just trying to survive What if what you do to survive Kills the things you love Fear's a powerful thing It'll turn your heart black you can trust It'll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust Now every woman and every man They want to take a righteous stand Find the love that God wills And the faith that He commands I've got my finger on the trigger And tonight faith just ain't enough When I look inside my heart There's just devils and dust Well I've got God on my side And I'm just trying to survive What if what you do to survive Kills the things you love Fear's a dangerous thing It can turn your heart black you can trust It'll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust It'll take your God filled soul Fill it with devils and dust | DEAMHAIN IS CRÉ Tá mo mhéar agam ar an truicear Ach níl muinín agam as éinn’ Nuair a fhéachaim ort sna súil’ Níl ach deamhain is cré. Táimid i bhfad ón seanfhód, Bobbie Tá an baile i bhfad i gcéin Braithim gaoth shalach ag séideadh Deamhain is cré. Tá Dia le mo thaobh Is mé ag iarraidh teacht slán Ach más é is brí le teacht slán Teacht salach ar ghrá Rud an-láidir uamhan, béibí, Agus dubhaíonn an croí, sin é é, Tógfaidh d’anam diaga Le líonadh le deamhain is cré. Bhuel, bhí taibhreamh a’m aréir Do bhí fuil is cloch’ gach áit An fhuil do thriomaigh sí Is boladh ag éirí Bhuel bhí taibhreamh agam fút, Bobbie I ngort na láibe is na gcnámh An fhuil do thriomaigh sí Is an boladh ag éirí. Tá Dia lenár dtaobh Is sinn ag iarraidh teacht slán Ach más é is brí le teacht slán Teacht salach ar ghrá Rud an-láidir uamhan, béibí, Agus dubhaíonn an croí, sin é é, Tógfaidh d’anam diaga Le líonadh le deamhain is cré. Níl aon bhean ar domhan ná fear ar bith Nach mian leo seasamh leis an gceart Faigh an grá atá Uaidh Is an creideamh is an neart Tá mo mhéar agam ar an truicear Is anocht táim imithe ar strae Nuair a fhéachaimse im’ chroí Níl ach deamhain is cré. Bhuel, tá Dia le mo thaobh Is mé ag iarraidh teacht slán Ach más é is brí le teacht slán Teacht salach ar ghrá Rud an-láidir uamhan, béibí, Agus dubhaíonn an croí, sin é é, Tógfaidh d’anam diaga Le líonadh le deamhain is cré. Yé, tógfaidh d’anam diaga Le líonadh le deamhain is cré. |