Ceadúnas Seilge (Irish)

Fuair mé ceadúnas seilge, ach tá sé imithe in éag anois,
Tá na fianna sábháilte anocht, ó, lig dom a insint duit conas.
Tá na clibeanna ina suí dusty, ní úsáidtear ceann amháin,
Agus níl fágtha den fheoil sin ach gealltanas a dhiúltaigh mé.

[Chorus]
Ó, tá na coillte go hálainn, dorcha agus domhain,
Léim tríd a scáthanna áit a gcoinníonn na rúin.
Mhionnaigh mé nach bhfeilfinn na caoirigh,
Le gach céim a ghlacfaidh mé, coimeádfaidh mé a saol.

[Verse 2]
Sea, tá mé i mo sheasamh sa socracht, saigheada i mo lámh,
Ag lámhach na cannaí bruscair, ní thuigfidh tú.
Tá rithim an fhásaigh ag glaoch m'ainm,
Agus mé ag titim síos an poll coinín, ó, tá sé ar fad mar chuid den chluiche.

[Chorus]
Ó, tá na coillte go hálainn, dorcha agus domhain,
Léim tríd a scáthanna áit a gcoinníonn na rúin.
Mhionnaigh mé nach bhfeilfinn na caoirigh,
Le gach céim a ghlacfaidh mé, coimeádfaidh mé a saol.

[Bridge]
Ritheann ioraí le haghaidh clúdach in aice leis an mbosca athchúrsála,
Nuair a bheidh mé ag tread in aice, scurry siad, aon deis a bhuachan.
Buaileann racún ar dhoras mo phóirse cúil,
Faigheann siad foscadh beag, go dtí nach bhfuil an oíche níos mó.

[Outro]
Meallann cogar an fhiadhúlra trí m'intinn,
Sa chúinne beag ciúin seo, is í an tsíocháin.
Ceadúnas seilge, mo chroí ag fás,
I m'áit féin, tosaítear mo réimse aineolach.

[Verse 1]
I got a hunting license, but it’s expired now,
The deer are safe tonight, oh, let me tell you how.
The tags are sitting dusty, not a single one used,
And that meat’s left untouched, just a promise I refused.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
I wander through their shadows where the secrets keep.
I swore I wouldn’t hunt the sheep,
With every step I take, their lives I’ll keep.

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m standing in the stillness, arrows in my hand,
Shooting at the trash cans, you won’t understand.
The rhythm of the wilderness is calling out my name,
As I fall down the rabbit hole, oh, it’s all a part of the game.

[Verse 2]
Squirrels run for cover near the recycling bin,
When I tread near, they scurry, no chance to win.
Raccoons knock on my back porch door,
They find a little shelter, till the night’s no more.
The whispers of the wildlife echo through my mind,
In this quiet little corner, peace is what you’ll find.
When bow hunting season comes, I raise my aim so high,
An apple on a chocolate bunny, yeah, oh, let it fly.

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m standing in the stillness, arrows in my hand,
Shooting at the trash cans, you won’t understand.
The rhythm of the wilderness is calling out my name,
As I fall down the rabbit hole, oh, it’s all a part of the game.

[Bridge]
Expired licenses, lost in the time,
Hunting for the moments, walking that line.
I’m not chasing after trophies, just the beauty of the night,
With every lingering shadow, I’m holding on tight.

[Chorus]
Yeah, I’m standing in the stillness, arrows in my hand,
Shooting at the trash cans, you won’t understand.
The rhythm of the wilderness is calling out my name,
As I fall down the rabbit hole, oh, it’s all a part of the game.

[Outro]
So I’ll keep my license faded, my spirit wild and free,
In this lovely, dark, and deep wood, that’s where I’ll always be.
With a world full of choices, I’ll choose to let them roam,
In this forest of the heart, I finally found my home.