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 - Beautiful » Mary Black - Moon River » Mary Black - Ellis Island » Mary Black - Soul Sister » Mary Black - Vanities » Mary Black - Risn » Mary Black - Another Day » Mary Black - I Misunderstood » Mary Black - Adam at The Window » Mary Black - Lovin You » Mary Black - Schooldays Over » Mary Black - The Shadow » Mary Black - Song for Ireland » Mary Black - Donegal Breeze » Mary Black - Might as Well Be a Slave » Mary Black - Lay Down Your Burden » Mary Black - Late Night Radio » Mary Black - Still Believing » Mary Black - Fat Valley of Pain » Mary Black - Prayer For Love Рекомендуем скачать: » Алиса - Родина » Александр Розенбаум - Поклонная гора » Александр Вертинский - В степи молдаванской » Ассорти - Дин-дон » Аукцыон - Жидоголонога » Александр Малинин - Берега » Андрей Лобанов - Крокодил » Александр Мичурин - Святая Русь » Александр Мирзаян - Осенний романс » Алла Пугачева - Приданное » Агата Кристи - Триллер » Анна Чайка - Нелепо... Ночь вплетает чьи-то тени... » А.Панайотов - Я тебе не верю » Александр Кальянов - Бабка Мариула » Александр Дядин - СВЕТЛАЯ ЖЕНЩИНА » Александр Вертинский - Голубой Тюльпан » Алиса - Бес паники » Александр Галич - Командировочная пастораль » Алексей Глызин - Розы на память » Александр Король - Ах, как старался он уснуть!..
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