Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song An Toilean Ur, artist - Clannad. Album song Clannad, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.2013
Record label: Spectrum
Song language: Irish
An Toilean Ur(original) |
Rinne mé smaointiú i m’intinn |
Is lean mé dó go cinnte |
Go n-éalóinn ó mo mhuintir |
Anonn chun 'Oileáin Úir |
Tá mé ag déanamh impí |
Ar an Ard-Rí 'tá 's mo chionn-sa |
Mo choinneáil ó gach tubaiste |
Go gcríochnóinn mo shiúl |
Shiúil mé fiche míle |
'S níor casadh orm Críostaí |
Capall, bó nó caora ag déanamh |
Inghilt ar an fhéar |
Coillte dlúth' is gleanntáin |
Agus búirtheach beithigh allta |
Fir is mná gan tant orthu |
A chasfá fá do mhéar |
Tharla isteach i dteach mé |
Is casadh orm daoine |
D’fhiafraigh siad mo ainmse |
Cén tír inar tógadh mé |
Dúirt mé leo i mBéarla |
Gur tógadh mé in Éirinn |
Láimh le Loch Eirne |
I gCoillidh Lios na Raoch |
Bhí seanbhean insan chlúdaigh |
Is stocaí ar a glúiní |
D'éirigh sí go lúcháireach |
Agus chraith sí liomsa lámh |
«Sheacht mh’anam, fear mo thíre |
Thar a bhfaca mé ariamh de dhaoine |
Nár tógadh mise in Éirinn |
I mBaile Lios Béal Áinetha» |
Rinne mé smaointiú i m’intinn |
Is lean mé dó go cinnte |
Go bpillfinn ar ais go hÉirinn |
An áit a sínfí mé faoin chlár |
Mar a bhfaighfinn lucht mo chaointe |
Is an t-aos óg atá lách aoibhinn |
A chaithfeadh liomsa an oíche |
Agus páirt mhór den lá |
(translation) |
I had an idea in my mind |
I definitely followed him |
May I escape from my people |
Over to the 'New Islands |
I'm begging |
On the High King's is my head |
Keep me from all disaster |
That I would finish my walk |
I walked twenty miles |
And I did not turn Christian |
Horse, cow or sheep making |
Grazing on the grass |
Dense woods and valleys |
And the roar of wild beasts |
Men and women without tant |
You would twist under your finger |
I happened to be in a house |
I meet people |
They asked my name |
What country was I raised in |
I told them in English |
That I was raised in Ireland |
Adjacent to Lough Erne |
In Lisnaraoch Woods |
There was an old woman in the cover |
She is wearing socks on her knees |
She rose joyfully |
And she shook my hand |
«Seven souls, man of my country |
More than I have ever seen of people |
I was not raised in Ireland |
In Lismore Town » |
I had an idea in my mind |
I definitely followed him |
That I would return to Ireland |
Where I would sign up under the program |
How to find my mourners |
It is the young people who are kind and happy |
Who would spend the night with me |
And a big part of the day |