18.05.2024
Asonance - Kilkelly Лирицс транслатион то енглисх
Translation
Kilkelly
In Kilkelly, October 1840: 'Peter, my dear son,
your friend and classmate Pat was so kind to write you, God stay with him.
Your brothers search for work in England, our house is now empty and silenced,
and harvest of potatoes is infested with mold, let's hope that a third of them will remain.
And your sister Bridget and Patrick O'Donnel want to marry themselves in December,
and mother worries about when you'll return home, you shouldn't supposedly have left.'
In Kilkelly, February 1850: 'Peter, my dear son,
say hello to your wife Mary with children and God may bless you all.
Michael has some problems in England, he'll never change,
and peat is so wet from the rains, we have nothing to make fire from.
Bridget is happy and already has five children, and the sixth should have your name,
and mother kisses you and asks, where you work, you shouldn't toil that much.'
In Kilkelly, September 1850: 'Peter, my son, greetings,
sorrowful, now I send you the saddest of all messages.
Before a week, in Sunday, your mother passed away, in night, the death has walked over our threshold.
Don't worry, she died silently and in the sleep, remember her in your prayers.
We burried her at cemetery in Kilkelly, Bridget, your brothers and I,
the evening before she left, she had said me that she was dreaming about you.'
In Kilkelly, March 1860: 'Son, I feel so lonely.
Thank you for sending the pictures of children, they are beautiful and we like them.
It's already thirty years after you moved away behind the ocean, I'm already close to 80 years.
From money, that you send, I live finely, but I don't know how to thank you.
And your brother Michael builds his house and has a first gray hair.
You write, that you are preparing to visit us, I'm happy, that I'll see you again.'
In Kilkelly, October six years later: 'Brother, today I write you,
God has called our father to himself, everything reminds him.
Last days, he spend with his grandchildren by Bridget, he really liked to live with them there.
He had no pain, only remembered of you, when then he couldn't stand up anymore.
We have burried him next to your mother, now he surely has already met her.
It would be fine, if you come to your home, Bridget sends a kiss.'
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