Hi, new to the forum and hoping for a translation to Irish Gaelic.

"Soot in my hair and stars in my hands"

It will be for a tattoo, so I'd be really grateful for a few people's confirmation on the best translation (I'm aware that with gaelic there are often many alternative ways of saying similar things).

Thank you for any help you guys can offer,

fírinne

Perhaps:

Súiche i mo chuid gruaige agus réaltaí idir mo dhá lámh

Await correction or confirmation ...

In the meantime, perhaps you could give us some background for the quote as it might change the word required or chosen for "soot", or "stars", etc.?

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My "specialty" is Connemara Irish, particularly Cois Fhairrge dialect, but I can also speak Ulster and Munster Irish with native-level pronunciation.
Is fearr Gaeilge ḃriste ná Béarla cliste, cinnte, aċ i ḃfad níos fearr aríst í Gaeilge ḃinn ḃeo na nGaeltaċtaí.
Gaeilge Chonnacht (GC), go háraid Gaeilge Chois Fhairrge (GCF), Gaeilic Uladh (GU), Gaelainn na Mumhan (GM), agus Gaeilge an Chaighdeáin Oifigiúil (CO).

Thanks for the quick starting response.

It's from a B-side song by the Smashing Pumpkins. The full song lyrics are:

The words flow, decisions made
Idea’s mine, but the inspiration not
Dreams of hangers-on, dreams of getting well
Spells of Esmeralda, amorose foretold

Splinters in the eye, sentiments remain
Bones are never asked, where are we going to
It was never up to me, and yet I pushed until it broke

I love the open road, and all that it suggests
Wheel-wagon dust, weeds and infidelities
And always swore our love, in a wooden house
Immovable and silent, and drinking strawberry wine
Forever lost in town

And through the sleeping streets, night-bound and heavy
Wheels in a spoke, just a spoken foreign sound

Know my gates are higher, my friends even higher
Forgotten in my mind, yet the scars still lingering
Cloud the blue skies, I’m jealous of you birds
Was the only truth, in a world full of words

Hear the prairie sound, in a friend called near
The heart is pointed down, but my spirit pointed up
His voice the siren, of Greek mythology

I pause with my pen, I begin to defend
Every action taken, every moment sealed
When I was quick, it coursed through open veins
The will to live, the urgency to move
Behind a panel door, sealing cherry stain
I played my guitar, and lived those lonesome notes

Like a dog that’s down, in a corner just aside
Waiting to be called, waiting to be yours
Ghosts of a machine, without purpose or will

I’ll often speak of you, but the you was always me
Cause when I speak of me, it’s me I ask of you
So let there be no truth, just trickery in rhymes
Time the only thing, waiting still is death

I hope for resolution, pray one defining moment
Pause without restraint, barren without child
A child is who I was, a child is who I’ll die

Soot in my hair, and stars in my hands
Soot in my hair, and stars in my hands
Soot in my hair, and stars in my hands

Great song. Great choice of words for a tattoo. Speaking of which, are you really sure you want to get inked?

I'm sure about it yeah. I already have one and I've been debating getting this one for about a year.
Thanks for checking though A lot of people get tattooed with some pretty random things and end up having them covered or removed. Hopefully this is one for life.

Bhuel maith thú, a mhic. (Good on you, son.)