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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 Letras de cancionesCeolann 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) From Letras Mania