Mise Raifteirí, an file, lán dóchais is grá le súile gan solas, le ciúineas gan crá Dul siar ar mo aistear, le solus mo Chroi, Fann agus tuirseadh, go deireadh mo shli.
Feach anois mé, is mo aghaidh ar bhalla, Ag seinm ceoil le pocaibh falamh.
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon, and if there is no room upon the hill, And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too, I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.