I WISH I WAS IRISH…

marți, 17 martie, 2009 la 11:41 am

Să te simţi uneori mult mai aproape de alte popoare decît de acela în mijlocul căruia te-ai născut şi ai fost educat. Ciudat sentiment, nu? Am mai scris pe-aici despre admiraţia şi trăirile mele alarmant de concrete pentru irlandezi. Deloc în antiteză cu motivele de nemulţumire faţă de poporul meu. Nimic despre comparaţii sau despre păreri de rău pentru ce sîntem sau nu sîntem. Nimic despre Michael Flatley. Nimic despre chefuri, trifoi, ploaie şi inechitate socială. Nimic despre puteri financiare şi despre revolte înăbuşite cu forţa. Nimic despre lideri autentici şi lideri de carton.

Doar un dor ca o durere venită parcă din amintiri nedefinite, inexpligabile şi aproape sigur trăite.


May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.

Now sweetly lies old Ireland
Emerald green beyond the foam,
Awakening sweet memories,
Calling the heart back home.

Ireland, it’s the one place on earth
That heaven has kissed
With melody, mirth,
And meadow and mist.

Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.

May your heart be warm and happy
With the lilt of Irish laughter
Every day in every way
And forever and ever after.

May the luck of the Irish possess you.
May the devil fly off with your worries.
May God bless you forever and ever.

Bless your little Irish heart-
and every other Irish part.

Ireland is where strange tales begin
and happy endings are possible.

An Irish method for tackling problems;
There comes a time when you must take the bull
By the tail and face the situation squarely.

Here’s to good Irish friends
Never above you
Never below you
May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.

Now sweetly lies old Ireland
Emerald green beyond the foam,
Awakening sweet memories,
Calling the heart back home.

Ireland, it’s the one place on earth
That heaven has kissed
With melody, mirth,
And meadow and mist.

Wherever you go and whatever you do,
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.

May your heart be warm and happy
With the lilt of Irish laughter
Every day in every way
And forever and ever after.

May the luck of the Irish possess you.
May the devil fly off with your worries.
May God bless you forever and ever.

Bless your little Irish heart-
and every other Irish part.
Ireland is where strange tales begin
and happy endings are possible.

An Irish method for tackling problems;
There comes a time when you must take the bull
By the tail and face the situation squarely.

Here’s to good Irish friends
Never above you
Never below you
Always beside you.

Always beside you.