BardicTranslationRoughs/Life

My love sits in the kitchen in fumes of purple smoke
I smashed her young hopes to little bits
She wanted to fly to Avalon on a white swan
Instead she must hunch in the kitchen over dirty saucepans.
"This is no life", she thinks. "This is no life."
It's life, my lovely, it is precisely this that is life.

My love sits in the kitchen in fumes of purple smoke
While I lie on the couch scratching my crotch
She had dreamed of the merging of yin and yang
Instead of yang in the next room over she has p'yang (drunkenness)
"This is no life", she whispers. "This is no life."
This is life, my lovely, this is what it's like - life.

With effort I get up, scrabble in the darkness for my pants.
Crashing a chair onto the floor, I realise that pants are not really that important.
I open the door to the kitchen, saying: "hey, let it be!.."
While reflexively shielding my face with my arm.
"This is no life!", she shouts at me. "This is no life!"
This is life, my lovely. I'm afraid that this is, in fact, life.

Then we smoke together until six in the morning.
We smoked like this a year ago, and we smoked like this yesterday.
We spend until morning searching for the root of our troubles.
And of course it is in me that we find it.
But that's life; what can you do? - that's life.
I don't protest; I know - this is life.