Signore io sono Irish [English translation]

My Lord, my name is Irish,

I'm the one who doesn't have a bicycle.

You know I work and in the evening

my back does not rejoice.

You gave me the scent of flowers,

butterflies and colors

and Esther's lips,

created by You,

her astonishing eyes,

[are] just for me.

But my Lord, there's something that's not ok.

I work at Lancaster's, thirty miles out of town.

On Your day I'm tired, I'm tired as ever

and thirty plus thirty miles is a lot of walking, you know.

And Irish, You remember that, my Lord,

doesn't have a bicycle.

On Your day swallows sing

Your glory in the skies.

And I alone feel sad, Lord,

Your house is so far away.

I have to stay on the lawn

talking to You about me

and I suffer, my Lord,

away from You.

But You are merciful and among Your friends,

surely You'll find a bicycle for Your Irish.

It doesn't matter if it's an old one, send it to me anyway,

so that it can bring me to You on your day, my Lord.

My Lord, my name is Irish,

I'm the one who'll come to You on a bicycle.

• Artist:New Trolls
• Album:Senza orario senza bandiera