meant to put Lyr Add

rough translation

Chorus: (sung here and after each stanza)
Fil o ro fil o ro fil o ro hook aylu
Fil o ro fil o ro fil o ro hook aylu
Air fal li li o and ho ro hook aylu
I will get no peaceful sleep, love, without you at peace with me.

It's a pity you and I are not where I would ask,
six days in the week, and seven, eight years,
in locked rooms with iron bolts,
the keys having been lost with a blind man looking for them.

It's a pity I wasn't born blind, mute and with no intellect,
before I saw your feminine face that ruined hundreds.
from when I saw you from the start your virtues were renowned
and death would be easier for me than being here without you.

I though your speech sweeter than a song thrush among the branches,
than a cuckoo in a May morning or a harp of strings,
than the bishop on the Sabbath day with a great crowd listening to him,
even if the treasure of all Europe were to be counted for me.

It's a pity that I'm not leaving this too unhappy world:
a vain hope was enticing me, it is love that destroyed me,
however far from me you travel I will be faithful to you thoughout my life
and when the day of the world 1 should come it will be Mòr Ròs2I would ask for.