Текст (слова) песни: Mary Black - Mo Ghile Mear

Curfa

si mo laoch, mo ghile mear

si mo chaesar, ghile mear.

Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin

O chuaigh in gciin mo ghile mear.

Bmmse buan ar buairt gach ls

Ag caoi go ctuaidh s ag tuar na ndeor

Mar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beo

s na rmomhtar tuairisc uaidh mo bhrsn.

Nm lagnrann cuach go suairc ar nsin

Is nml guth gadhair I gcoillte cns

Na maidin shamhraidh I gcleanntaibh ceoi

O dimigh uaim an buachaill beo.

Marcach uasal uaibhreach sg

Gas gan gruaim is suairce sns

Glac is luaimneach luath I ngleo

Ag teascadh an tslua s ag tuairgan tria

Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil

Is liontair tainte cart ar bord

Le hinntinn ard gan chaim gan cheo

Chun saol is slainte dfhail don leon.

Ghile mear sa seal faoi chumha

s eire go liir faoi chlscaibh dubha

Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin

O luaidh I gciin mo ghile mear.

Seal da rabhas immhaighdean shiimh

s anois im bhaintreach chaite thriith

Mo chiile ag treabhadh ne dtonn go trian

De bharr na gcnoc is in imigiin.

English translation (thanks to marina antolioni)

Chorus

He is my hero, my dashing darling

He is my caesar, dashing darling.

Ive had no rest from forebodings

Since he went far away my darling.

Every day I am constantly sad

Weeping bitterly and shedding tears

Because our lively lad has left us

And no news from him is heard alas.

The cuckoo sings not pleasantly at noon

And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-filled woods,

Nor summer morning in misty glen

Since he went away from me, my lively boy.

Noble, proud young horseman

Warrior unsaddened, of most pleasant countenace

A swift-moving hand, quick in a fight,

Slaying the enemy and smiting the strong.

Let a strain be played on musical harps

And let many quarts be filled

With high spirit without fault or mist

For life and health to toast my lion.

Dashing darling for a while under sorrow

And all ireland under black cloaks

Rest or pleasure I did not get

Since he went far away my dashing darling.

For a while I was a gentle maiden

And now a spent worn-out widow

My spouse ploughing the waves strongly

Over the hills and far away.

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Mary Black - Mo Ghile Mear Curfa si mo laoch, mo ghile mear si mo chaesar, ghile mear. Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin O chuaigh in gciin mo ghile mear. Bmmse buan ar buairt gach ls Ag caoi go ctuaidh s ag tuar na ndeor Mar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill beo s na rmomhtar tuairisc uaidh mo bhrsn. Nm lagnrann cuach go suairc ar nsin Is nml guth gadhair I gcoillte cns Na maidin shamhraidh I gcleanntaibh ceoi O dimigh uaim an buachaill beo. Marcach uasal uaibhreach sg Gas gan gruaim is suairce sns Glac is luaimneach luath I ngleo Ag teascadh an tslua s ag tuairgan tria Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil Is liontair tainte cart ar bord Le hinntinn ard gan chaim gan cheo Chun saol is slainte dfhail don leon. Ghile mear sa seal faoi chumha s eire go liir faoi chlscaibh dubha Suan na sian nm bhfuaireas fiin O luaidh I gciin mo ghile mear. Seal da rabhas immhaighdean shiimh s anois im bhaintreach chaite thriith Mo chiile ag treabhadh ne dtonn go trian De bharr na gcnoc is in imigiin. English translation (thanks to marina antolioni) Chorus He is my hero, my dashing darling He is my caesar, dashing darling. Ive had no rest from forebodings Since he went far away my darling. Every day I am constantly sad Weeping bitterly and shedding tears Because our lively lad has left us And no news from him is heard alas. The cuckoo sings not pleasantly at noon And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-filled woods, Nor summer morning in misty glen Since he went away from me, my lively boy. Noble, proud young horseman Warrior unsaddened, of most pleasant countenace A swift-moving hand, quick in a fight, Slaying the enemy and smiting the strong. Let a strain be played on musical harps And let many quarts be filled With high spirit without fault or mist For life and health to toast my lion. Dashing darling for a while under sorrow And all ireland under black cloaks Rest or pleasure I did not get Since he went far away my dashing darling. For a while I was a gentle maiden And now a spent worn-out widow My spouse ploughing the waves strongly Over the hills and far away. Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Mo Ghile Mear: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/21790.html Все тексты песен: Mary Black » Mary Black - The Moon And St. Christopher » Mary Black - All That Hammering » Mary Black - Fields of Gold » Mary Black - Carolina Rua » Mary Black - Loving Hannah » Mary Black - Once In A Very Blue Moon » Mary Black - Nightime » Mary Black - The Holy Ground » Mary Black - Columbus » Mary Black - Into The Blue » Mary Black - I Say a Little Prayer » Mary Black - My Donald » Mary Black - Shine » Mary Black - Summer Sent You » Mary Black - Leaving The Land » Mary Black - Gabriel » Mary Black - Greatest Dream » Mary Black - Colcannon » Mary Black - I Misunderstood » Mary Black - Fields Of Gold Рекомендуем скачать: » Цыганова Вика - Помянем » Цыганова Вика - Я ехала домой » Цыганова Вика - Играй, тальянка » Центр, Василий Шумов - Это самое » Цыганова Вика - Любовь и смерть » Цыганова Вика - Вор » Центр, Василий Шумов - Несмотря на тишину » Цыганова Вика - Деньги » Цыганова Вика - Москва » Цыганова Вика - Дед Мороз » Цветомузыка - Зачем тебе такой красивый » Цветомузыка - Таня Танечка » Цыганова Вика - Еще не кончилось лето » Цыганова Вика - Жизнь моя беспутная » Цыганова Вика - На заре вечерней » Цветы - Гимн Солнцу » Цыганова Вика - Три гитары » Цыганова Вика - Братья-славяне » Цыганова Вика - Золото » Цыганова Вика - Счастье и разлука
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