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01-De Terra e Madeira
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02-Xordas
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*Xordas
Xordas fican as miñas orellas, cegos fican os meus ollos, eu que baixei, eu que baixei, coas meigas os bosques e alí escoitei. Xordas fican as miñas orellas, cegos fican os meus ollos, eu que subin o alto dos cumios, e alí observei, ali observei. Óso e madeira, pedra e trisquel, coñecín os que moran no alto das árbores, os que corren espidos na neve do inverno, os que vagan nas sombras cantando unha canción. Óso e madeira, pedra e trisquel, coñecin os que rin en fronte o perigo, aqueles que poden agocharse baixo as pedras, tamén os que teñen lume nos ollos. Mais nada que facer, non comprenderei, e aqui xacerei, durmirei.
*Deaf
Deaf remain my ears, blind remain my eyes, I, who went down with the witches into the depths of the woods and there i listened. Deaf remain my ears, blind remain my eyes, I, who climbed up to the top of the mountains and there i looked. Bone and wood, stone and trisquel, i've met those ones that live up in the trees, those ones that run naked on the snow of winter, those ones who roam in the shadows singing a song. Bone and wood, stone and trisquel, i've met those ones who laugh when facing danger, those ones that know how to hide under the stones, and also those ones who have fire in the eyes. But there's nothing left to do, i won't understand, and here i'll lay, here i'll sleep.
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*O Camiño das Mans Valeiras
Espertar o son da choiva, ó silencio dos que falan na noite,
e brincar ó pé dos montes, disposto a camiñar de fronte,
abrindo as ás e recollendo as historias destes meus sendeiros,
coas miñas botas ben molladas, encamiñome o seguinte solpor.
E camiñar co sol no peito, por sendas de terra e follas de faia,
os fios do tempo, as vaias da mente, arden e voan coma fumes na noite,
campos de cores, follaxes douradas, inspiran os pasos que quedan por diante,
as aguias e as merlas, as rolas e os corvos, cantan comigo alén do camiño.
E asi a fin, a fin deste dia, quenta o lume corpo e alma.
*The Path of Empty Hands
Waking up to the sound of the rain, and to the silence of those who talk in the night,
and jump at the feet of the hills, ready to keep walking forward,
opening my wings, and gathering the stories of my path,
with my rainsoaked boots, i walk and walk towards the next sunset.
Another step with the sun on my chest, through paths of dirt and beech leaves,
the threads of time, the fences of the mind, burn and fly like smoke in the night,
colored fields and golden leaves, inspire the steps i have in front of me,
eagles and blackbirds, doves and ravens, sing with me along the way.
And like this, at the end of the day, the fire warms body and soul.
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04-Mensaxeiros do Pasado
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*Mensaxeiros do Pasado
Hai unha luz na escuridade que resplandece o noso redor,
son vellos amigos que veñen a nos lembrar os nosos segredos dos dias antigos,
cantan pra espertar as nosas lembranzas dos dias da maxia e a irmandade,
os misterios das herbas, das pedras e das árbores, pra nos xuntar e bailar ó son das nosas cancións.
E asi camiñar xunto os vellos espiritos,
con coroas de follas de carballo,
e brebaxes de auga e mel fermentados,
agardan o noso reencontro coas fadas de antigos nomes.
E asi durmirei baixo as estrelas.
*Messengers of the Past
There's a light in the darkness shining around us,
it is old friends that come to remind us of our own secrets from ancient days,
they sing to awaken our memories of the days of magic and sisterhood,
the mysteries of herbs, stones and trees, to get together and dance to the sound of our songs.
And like this we'll walk with the old spirits,
with crowns of oak leaves,
and fermented drinks of water and honey,
they await our gathering with the fairies of old names.
And like this, i'll sleep under the stars.
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05-De Musgo e Pedra
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06-O Conxuro
06:27
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*O Conxuro
O lume quentarà o meu lar,
o fume limparà o noso ar,
o vento soprarà, e ven do mar,
a maxia ficarà nas miñas mans.
As àrbores do val cantaràn,
as frautas e o tambor soaràn,
as meigas no solpor voaràn,
a lua brillara ainda mais.
*The Conjuration
The fire will warm up my home,
the smoke will cleanse our air,
the wind will blow, coming from the sea,
the magic will remain in my hands.
The trees of the valley will sing,
flutes and drums will sound,
the withes will fly at dusk,
the moon will glow even more.
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*Voar Mais Aló das Montañas
Déixame prender o candil,
déixame contarche o que vin,
o teixo e o ciprés,
os beizos da liberdade,
que cantaban ó mencer.
Déixame mostrarche o solpor,
déixame ficar canda ti,
e voar máis aló do horizonte,
onde as aves voan co vento do mar,
e os meus soños voan tamén.
Déixame bicar a túa man,
deixame andar cos teus pés,
percorrer os sendeiros do Eume,
e as praias da Costa da Morte,
onde a terra bica o mar.
Déixame bailar e sorrir,
déixame berrar e chorar,
e durmir á sombra dos teixos,
e mirar atrás pra ver de onde ves,
e asi adiante seguir.
*To Fly beyond the Mountains
Let me light the candle,
let me tell you what i've seen,
the yew and the cypress,
the lips of freedom,
that were singing at dawn.
Let me show you the sunset,
let me stay at your side,
and fly beyond the horizon,
where the birds fly with the wind of the sea,
and my dreams are flying with them.
Let me kiss your hand,
let me walk with your feet,
and walk the paths of the Eume,
the beaches of the Coast of Death,
where the land kisses the ocean.
Let me dance and smile,
let me scream and cry,
and sleep at the shadow of the yew trees,
and look back to see where you come from,
so like this we can walk forward.
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