Pléascann, pléascann, pléascann,
Smaointe ag eitilt,
Taoide na cruthaitheachta,
Le paisean, le paisean,
Scéalta ag sreabhadh,
Le chéile, le chéile,
Agus fós ag ardú!

Pléascann smaointe amach mar taoide,
Le paisean nach féidir a chaoide.
Scripteanna i líne,
Scéalta le cuimhne,
Cruthaitheacht ag dul in aoide.

Ideas burst forth like a tide,
With passion I cannot hide.
Scripts lined up in a row,
Stories ready to flow,
Creativity’s rising inside.

Ideas flood like a river,
With passion I plan to deliver.
Scripts I prepare to sign,
Sharing stories of mine.

Thoughts rush forth, a flowing stream,
Driven by a burning fire.
Drafts take shape like in a dream,
Telling tales that never tire.

Lasaim túis mar spreagadh.
Doirtim caife le haghaidh teasa.
Dóitear an sméar,
Líonann deatach an t-aer.
Ach fós níl smaoineamh annsa.

Dóitear vanil
Dóitear, dóitear, dóitear vanil,
Smaoineamh ag teacht,
Smaoineamh ag teacht,
Níl sé ag teacht,
Dóitear, dóitear, dóitear vanil.

I burn a vanilla stick to help me think,
And maybe some coffee, that kind of drink.
The ember glows, the smoke it sways,
A fiery scent in scented haze,
At least, it doesn’t stink!