Nebraska

Bruce Springsteen

Originale

Irish transcreation bt Gabriel Rosenstock

NEBRASKA I saw her standin' on her front lawn just twirlin' her baton Me and her went for a ride sir and ten innocent people died ‎ From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap Through to the badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path ‎ I can't say that I'm sorry for the things that we done At least for a little while sir me and her we had us some fun ‎ The jury brought in a guilty verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death Midnight in a prison storeroom with leather straps across my chest ‎ Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir and snaps my poor head back You make sure my pretty baby is sittin' right there on my lap ‎ They declared me unfit to live said into that great void my soul'd be hurled They wanted to know why I did what I did Well sir I guess there's just a meanness in this world

NEBRASKA Chonac í ar an bhfaiche tosaigh A baitín ’na roithleán Chuamar beirt, ag marcaíocht, sir Is fuair deichniúr gan pheaca bás. D’fhágamarna Lincoln, Nebraska Agus gunna teasctha ar mo ghlúin Go dtí na drochthailte, Wyoming, Dheineas slad agus mór-mharú. Níl aon chathú orm ná brón As an méid ‘tá curtha i gcrích Ar a laghad ar feadh tamaillín Le bheith fíor bhí sé lán de spraoi. An bhreith a tugadh ná go rabhamar ciontach Is dúirt an breitheamh go bhfaighinnse bás Meán oíche i stóras príosúin Is strapaí leathair orm á bhfásc’. Sheriff, ag nóiméad na fírinne Mo mhuineál snaptha siar Le do thoil bíodh m’ainnir ghleoite Ar mo dhá ghlúin bhocht’ ina suí. Ní don saol seo mé dar leosan San fholús ollmhór beidh m’anamsa ar ball: Cén fáth a ndearna mé gach a ndearna mé Bhuel, sir, is suarach an saol é ‘ndeireadh thiar thall.