So we don't kill that motherfucker from Queretaro...

Ag amharc trí m'óigeIs mé bhí sámh,Gan eolas marbhBhí mé óg san am.Anois, táim buartha,'S fad ar shiúl an lá,Ochón is ochón ó.Na laetha geal m'óigeBhí siad lán de dhóchas,An bealach mór a bhí romham anonnBhí sé i ndán domh go mbeinn, slán, slán.Anois, táim buartha,'S fad ar shiúl an lá,Ochón is ochón ó.Na laetha geal m'óigeBhí siad lán de dhóchas,An bealach mór a bhí romham anonnBhí sé i ndán domh go mbeinn, slán, slán.Anois, táim buartha,'S fad ar shiúl an lá,Ochón is ochón ó.=====================Looking back at my youthI was happy;I was not aware of death then.I was as a child.Now, I am sorrowful,Long gone the day.(lament)The brighter days of my youthheld promise,The way before meheld sure destiny.Now, I am sorrowful,Long gone the day.(lament)The brighter days of my youthheld promise,The way before meheld sure destiny.Now, I am sorrowful,Long gone the day.(lament)