Come close, friends, and huddle near
As I retell the story of the Children of Lir
Come close, ye travelers, I'll try to be breif
I can tell of the messy teenager, Blackfooted Gulleesh
Come close, little children, and listen all
To what happens when leprechauns venture into kings halls
Come close by the light in this untimely snow
I'll tell of Balar and Lugh's mighty throw
And as we fall asleep and turn off the  lights
I'll tell of how cunning beats giants in a fight

Crepúsculo argentino sin campanas...
¡Qué ganas, sin embargo de rezar,
de juntar nuestras voces humanas
al místico mugido y al balar!

A estas horas marea la pampa como un mar.