Dhóigh mé go héasca ó bhí mé óg,
I burned easily since I was young,
d’fháiltigh roimh lúcháir dhubh i mo threo
welcomed the darkest of joy coming my way
Táim ag lorg aon chuidiú nach gcuirfeadh le mo dhua
I’m looking for any help that won’t make things worse.
Is táim ag tochailt, tochailt uaighe go róluath
And I’m digging, digging an early grave.
Chaill mé stiúir ar mo bhealach féin,
I lost control of my own way,
is tá mo mhisneach anois imithe ar strae
and my confidence now has gone astray
Cén fáth nach bhfaighim gach ní, gach ní atá uaim?
Why can’t I get everthing, everything I want?
Is táim ag tochailt, tochailt uaighe go róluath
And I’m digging, digging an early grave.
Ag tochailt, tochailt, tochailt uaighe go róluath
Digging, digging an early grave.
Bhí poll sa staighre ar thit mé tríd,
There was a hole in the stairs that I fell through,
is thuirling trí hallaí is troscán an-sean
Landing through halls onto old furniture
Is deacair smacht a choinneáil is tú ag titim de shíor
It’s hard to hold onto things when you keep on falling.
Is táim ag tochailt, tochailt uaighe go róluath
And I’m digging, digging an early grave.
Ag tochailt, tochailt, tochailt uaighe go róluath
Digging, digging an early grave.