Hm. Well, most lyrics aren't that stunning without the music: Tom Waits is like poetry, but it's brooding, angry, weird poetry, so maybe not the mood for this thread. So I don't know about stunning, but I thought Mr Northern Voice might appreciate Carlos Núñez "El Pozo de Arán". Carlos Núñez is from Galicia, but was for a long time the pipe-player with the Chieftains, so he has loads of eclectic links with musicians from all over, but especially Ireland. El Pozo de Arán is in Spanish, but it's about the story of someone hoping that water from a Holy Well on one of the Aran Islands would cure her son's blindness. (I know metaphorical blindness in stories can come across as extremely ablist these days, but it is a traditional story.) I've tried my (dodgy) best to put the words into Cymraeg as well as English.
Sé bien, es difícil aunque quisiera
hacer que toda la vida florezca,
que hoy termine por fin esta espera,
que hoy pueda ver mi niño esta tierra.
Hoy pido a las estrellas que bendigan este agua
que el mundo no te ciegue, que tu noche sea clara.
Hoy verás la luz que inunda todo,
verás por fin el Sol sobre nosotros,
verás el cielo grande, azul y limpio,
vas a ver donde se unen cielo y mar,
con la vida en tus ojos.
Dw i'n gwybod yn iawn, mae'n anodd er bo' fi eisiau / gwneud i'r bywyd cyfan flodeuo (ffynnu), / i'r aros 'ma orffen o'r diwedd heddiw, / i fy mab fedru gweld y ddaear hon. / Heddiw dw i'n gweddïo ar y sêr iddyn nhw gysegru'r dŵr hwn, / i'r byd beidio â dy ddallu, i dy nos di fod yn eglur.
Heddiw weli di'r golau sy'n llifo dros bopeth, / weli di o'r diwedd yr haul uwch ein pennau, / weli di'r awyr fawr, glas a thryloyw, / wnei di weld lle mae'r awyr ac y môr yn ymuno â'i gilydd, / efo'r bywyd yn dy lygaid di.
I know well, it's difficult even if I wished to, to make it so that all of life blossoms (flourishes), so that this wait might finally end today, that my son might see this Earth. Today, I beg the stars to bless this water, that the world may not blind you and your night may be clear.
Today you'll see the light that floods everything, you'll finally see the sun above us, you'll see the sky, huge, blue and limpid, you're going to see where the sky joins the sea, with life in your eyes.
I guess it sounds better in Spanish...
There are certain household tasks about which my partner and I agree that there is one right way to do them, but disagree over which way is actually right. Fighting to help each other to do up the duvet, or to refill the water filter regularly reduces us both to helpless giggles. Sad, I know.
Not really, but when I was really little I did call VW Beetles 'Powell cars', because we knew a Mr Powell who drove one. I can just about remember that I used to have a Matchbox on e I kept under my pillow. What I can't remember, but remember being retold and retold in later childhood as a family story, was me overhearing my parents saying that Mr Powell was not a nice man, and bursting out into tears of hot denial because he was a nice man, he was, he was. Apparently they were discussing something Enoch Powell had said or done.
I teach Functional Skills and have young children. I've lost track of how many things I have to explain repeatedly...
Improving my Welsh and improving my ability to speak other languages without accidentally speaking Welsh!