Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Nuair a Bhí Mise Óg , by - Aoife Ní Fhearraigh. Song from the album Aoife, in the genre Музыка мираRelease date: 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 |