Epic Irish folk · TWOLODY ORIGINALS
The Archer Counts the Empty Saddles
“The Archer Counts the Empty Saddles” brings together Portuguese and English. Its musical genre is Epic Irish folk.
Lyrics & translation ↓
Portuguese ↔ English
About this song
The first paired lines are “Voltei com todas as flechas na aljava.” and “I returned with every arrow in my quiver.”. Read the complete lyrics in both languages below, then follow the same phrases in the player.
A young archer returns without firing an arrow and must tell waiting families why he guided the wounded instead. Epic Irish folk, uilleann pipes, bodhran, fiddle, acoustic rhythm, sweeping original melody, powerful articulate lead and a complete dramatic arc
Learn with this song
Listen to each line and compare its translation. Use Twin to switch to the same phrase in the other language; use Echo to recall its meaning before revealing the translation.
Two languages. One melody.
Lyrics & translation
Verse
Voltei com todas as flechas na aljava.
I returned with every arrow in my quiver.
Três cavalos seguiam sem cavaleiros.
Three horses followed without riders.
Na ponte, as famílias contavam nossas sombras.
On the bridge, families counted our shadows.
Minha irmã procurava outro rosto atrás do meu.
My sister sought another face behind mine.
Chorus
Não foi meu arco que encontrou o caminho.
My bow did not find the way.
Foram mãos feridas agarradas ao meu casaco.
It was wounded hands gripping my coat.
Cada sela vazia tem um nome.
Every empty saddle has a name.
Vou dizê-los mesmo quando minha voz falhar.
I will say them even when my voice fails.
Verse
A névoa separou o capitão dos seus homens.
Fog separated the captain from his men.
Ouvi um rapaz chamar pela mãe na lama.
I heard a boy call for mother in mud.
Cortei meu arco para fazer uma tala.
I cut my bow to make a splint.
Guiamos os feridos pela vala do moinho.
We guided the wounded through the mill ditch.
Chorus
Não foi meu arco que encontrou o caminho.
My bow did not find the way.
Foram mãos feridas agarradas ao meu casaco.
It was wounded hands gripping my coat.
Cada sela vazia tem um nome.
Every empty saddle has a name.
Vou dizê-los mesmo quando minha voz falhar.
I will say them even when my voice fails.
Não foi meu arco que encontrou o caminho.
My bow did not find the way.
Foram mãos feridas agarradas ao meu casaco.
It was wounded hands gripping my coat.
Cada sela vazia tem um nome.
Every empty saddle has a name.
Vou dizê-los mesmo quando minha voz falhar.
I will say them even when my voice fails.
Outro
Pousei as flechas junto da lareira.
I laid the arrows beside the hearth.
Fiquei até contar a história inteira.
I stayed until I told the whole story.
