an ghiofóg a d'inis dom é
'tá na comharthaí ar gach uile bhall díot'
ní bheidh éinne ann ach tusa
is tú mo chinniúint, ar sí
níor spárálas na pinginí
the gypsy woman was convinced
it was written all over me
there would be none but You
she swore You were my destiny
I paid her handsomely