04 Pieta
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The heart marked in shadow is seen in the killing and senselessness of War.
“Cé creidfidh an scéal ,who would believe what has happened ?” she cries, cradling her slaughtered child .
Cé creidfidh an scéal
Cé creidfidh an scéal
Go bhfuil tú imithe uaim?
{who would believe what has happened
that you have gone from me now?}
Cé creidfidh an scéal
Cé creidfidh an scéal
Go bhfuil tú bainte uaim?
(Who would believe what has happened
that you have been taken from me ?}
Bás mo bheatha
Bás mo bheatha
Reabthaí uaim
{ Death of my life
Death of my life
Torn from me}
Bás mo bheatha
Bás mo bheatha
Togthaí uaim
{Death of my life
Death of my life
Taken from me}
No one could know the day would come
When soldiers took those mothers sons
And chilled in fear against the wall
They stood in line afraid to call
Bás mo bheatha
Bás mo bheatha
Reabthaí uaim
{ Death of my life
Death of my life
Torn from me}
Bás mo bheatha
Bás mo bheatha
Togthaí uaim
{Death of my life
Death of my life
Taken from me}
No one could know
The day would come
When soldiers took those mothers sons
And chilled in fear against the wall
They stood in line afraid to call.
In Lubiniq such terror fell
The day the sun burned fires of hell
They killed our babies little ones
Now tortured sons still grieve their sons
Hush now little one
Time to go
The pain will cease
Nice and slow
Your path has carved a bitter fate and
Called my love to let you go
Cé creidfidh an scéal?
Where angels cross
These darkened skies
May our young sons in
Peace now lie
The moistened earth shall hold my cry.
Cé creidfidh an scéal?
{who would believe what has happened?}
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