b fhearr liom bheith ag scrobh i would rather write mar gheall ar solas an lae about the nature and character of daylight n bheith ag cur sos than to describe ar mianta mo chro the yearnings of my heart b fhearr liom bheith a sil i would instead walk san bhfoirs gl the illuminated forest rain become silver leaves turn to gold b fhearr liom feachaint siar i would rather look back is bheith ag eitilt san aer and fly through the air n bheith i gcna troid than to always fight in aghaidh an saol against the world b fhearr liom bheith a sil i would instead walk san aoibhnea gl in intense happiness rain become silver leaves turn to gold cloth become amber wind turn to snow b fhearr liom lu ar thalamh i would rather lie on the ground is bheith a stnadh ar an r and gaze at the heavens na bheith fachaint sos uaim than to look down ar dath an chr at the color of the earth b fhearr liom bheith ag cogar instead i would whisper le ceol na n en the songs of birds mre soeur la gure n est pas bonne mother sister war is not a good thing gens du monde la gure n a que des vaincus people of the world war has only losers simple orguell de l homme pour montrer sa capacit en dtruisant son prochain the simple pride of men to demonstrate their power whilst destroying their brothers