Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nuair a Bhí Mise Óg, artist - Aoife Ní Fhearraigh. Album song Aoife, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 04.03.2010
Record label: Gael Linn
Song language: Irish
Nuair a Bhí Mise Óg(original) |
Nuair a bhí mise óg |
Ó ba dheas is ba dóighiúil |
A' scafaire stócaigh mé |
'Súil' na mban óg |
Bhínn á mealladh 's á bpógadh |
Is shiúlainn a' rod leo |
'S bhínn carthanach cóir leo |
Gan mhairg gan bhrón |
Bhíodh rosca gach bruinnil' |
A' lasadh le loinnir |
'S gach dealramh níos glinne |
Le lúcháire romham |
'S mo ghuthsa gur bhinne leo |
'Chluinstin sa chruinniú |
Ná'n píobaire 'seinm |
Ó mhaidin go neoin |
Och, och, ar a' lá sin |
Murab é bhain a' bláth domh |
'S é d’fhág mé mar 'tá mé |
'Mo chréatúr gan dóigh |
'S é chloígh mé 's é chráigh mé |
Gur chaolaigh mo chnámha |
'S d’fhág meath mar ar mo shláinte |
Nach leigheastar go deo |
'S iomaí bean álainn |
Ó Chorcaigh go Málainn |
A chaith seal ar láimh liom |
Mo chreach is mo léan |
'S mé 'g imeacht gan ábhar |
Arís is á bhfágail |
Go cloíte lag cráite |
Faoi leatrom leo féin |
Thit mallacht gach duine acu |
'Bhfiormhullaigh 'n chinn orm |
D’imigh mo bhláth |
'S níor fhan ribe ar mo mhaol |
Ach mo sheanbhlagad feannta |
Le síon is le haimsir |
'Mo chréatúr a' drandán |
Fé bhuaireamh a' tsaoil |
Ach anois iarraim pardún |
Go léir ar na staidmhná |
'Bhí cineálta cairdiúil liom |
Lá breá den tsaol |
Ná táthar a' rá liom |
Gur damnaithe 'tá me |
'S nach dual domh go brách fáil |
Go Flaitheas na Naomh |
Ach an n-aidimse 'Dhia |
Go mb’fhearr liom go síoraí |
'Bheith 'n Ifreann na bPian |
I measc cairde mo chléibh |
Ná bheith 'bhFlaithis in airde |
'Measc túitní cráifeach' |
Nach dtuigfeadh a' cás |
A d’fhág mise faoi léan |
Och, och, ar a' lá sin |
Murab é bhain a' bláth domh |
'S é d’fhág mé mar 'tá mé |
'Mo chréatúr gan dóigh |
'S é chloígh mé 's é chráigh mé |
Gur chaolaigh mo chnámha |
'S d’fhág meath mar ar mo shláinte |
Nach leigheastar go deo |
(translation) |
When I was young |
Oh, it's nice |
I'm a stocking scavenger |
The 'eye' of the young ladies |
I was attracted to them and kissing them |
I walk the rod with them |
And I was a fair charity with them |
No sorrow without sorrow |
Every bruise was roasted ' |
Burning with radiance |
And every appearance is brighter |
With joy in front of me |
My voice is sweet to them |
'I heard in the meeting |
Do not play the piper |
From morning to neon |
Oh, oh, on that day |
If not the flower touched me |
What I left is because I am |
'My helpless creature |
I obeyed and I was tormented |
That my bones narrowed |
And my health has deteriorated |
Not cured forever |
There are many beautiful women |
From Cork to Malin |
Who spent a spell on me |
My prey and my sorrow |
I'm leaving without a subject |
Again leaving |
Weakly tormented |
Oppressed by themselves |
The curse of each of them fell |
My head is over me |
My flower is gone |
And no hair remained on my bald head |
But my old fancy blog |
With rain and weather |
'My creature is humming |
Under the worries of life |
But now I ask for forgiveness |
All on the stats |
'He was kind and friendly to me |
A beautiful day of life |
I'm not being told |
I'm damned |
And I will never be found |
To the Kingdom of the Saints |
But I confess God |
I wish you all the best |
'Being in the Hell of Pain |
Among the friends of my chest |
Do not be 'Heaven exalted |
'Mix pious cigarettes' |
Would not understand the situation |
Which left me depressed |
Oh, oh, on that day |
If not the flower touched me |
What I left is because I am |
'My helpless creature |
I obeyed and I was tormented |
That my bones narrowed |
And my health has deteriorated |
Not cured forever |