Epic Irish folk · TWOLODY ORIGINALS
The Passenger with a Cello
“The Passenger with a Cello” brings together English and French. Its musical genre is Epic Irish folk.
Lyrics & translation ↓
English ↔ French
About this song
The first paired lines are “The iron gates are locked tight.” and “Les grilles de fer sont bien fermées.”. Read the complete lyrics in both languages below, then follow the same phrases in the player.
A cellist misses her ferry and plays for the stranded night crew. Epic Irish folk, 97 BPM, bodhran, fiddle, uilleann pipes, cinematic strings, expressive storytelling tenor
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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
The iron gates are locked tight.
Les grilles de fer sont bien fermées.
The last boat left for the shore.
Le dernier bateau est parti vers le rivage.
Fog rolls across the cold stone quay.
La brume rampe sur le quai de pierre.
A cello case rests on the floor.
L'étui du violoncelle repose sur le sol.
Chorus
Wait for the morning tide.
Attends que la marée monte.
Let the wood sing for you.
Laisse le bois chanter pour toi.
Wait for the morning tide.
Attends que la marée monte.
One song to see us through.
Une chanson pour nous porter.
Verse
The night shift stops their heavy work.
L'équipe de nuit arrête son dur labeur.
They gather 'round the wooden bow.
Ils se rassemblent autour de l'archet de bois.
Dark water laps against the pier.
L'eau sombre clapote contre la jetée.
Low notes begin to softly flow.
Les notes graves commencent à couler doucement.
Chorus
Wait for the morning tide.
Attends que la marée monte.
Let the wood sing for you.
Laisse le bois chanter pour toi.
Wait for the morning tide.
Attends que la marée monte.
One song to see us through.
Une chanson pour nous porter.
Bridge
Steel and grease turn to silk.
L'acier et la graisse deviennent de la soie.
Hands of salt rest on knees.
Les mains de sel reposent sur les genoux.
Brief escape from the weary world.
Brève évasion hors du monde las.
Music drifting on the breeze.
La musique dérive sur la brise.
Chorus
Wait for the morning tide.
Attends que la marée monte.
Let the wood sing for you.
Laisse le bois chanter pour toi.
Wait for the morning tide.
Attends que la marée monte.
One song to see us through.
Une chanson pour nous porter.
