Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buaireadh An Phósta, artist - Clannad. Album song Fuaim, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 31.12.1981
Record label: Tara, Universal Music Ireland
Song language: Irish
Buaireadh An Phósta(original) |
Cúradh croi ar a phósadh |
Is ar buachaillí óg an tsaoil |
Nár bhfearr dóbhta cailín beag dóighiúil |
Nó 'bean agus puntai léi? |
Oiche mhór shneachta nó shiobtha |
Nár dheas a bheith comhrá léi |
Seachas a' cailín dubh bui sa chuid puntai |
Agus i bheith ag gearán go géar |
Nach mise a bhi aoibhinn sásta |
Ag ragaireacht lá gan léan |
Nó gur chuireas mo mhér ins an fhainne |
Agus coráin ar chlár dó 'n chléir |
Fuair mé an bhean a bhí i ndán domh |
Ach má tá, chan í grá mo chroí |
Ach cailin dubh buí a bhios ag srannfaí |
Is ag tarraingt tsuisin léi |
An oiche udai rinneadh mo chleamhans |
Dar a leabhra char mhian liom é |
Gealladh naoi mbó fichead domh |
Le cailin dubh bui gan scéimh |
Gealladh naoi mbó fichead domh |
Le cailin dubh bui gan chéill |
Ach mo mhairg gur phós mé ariamh |
I is ainnir na gcraobh mo dhiaidh |
Dé Mairt a rinneadh mo chleamhnas |
Mo chreach is m’amhgar géar |
Ghlac mise cómhairle mo mhuinntir |
Is páirt mhór do mo aibhleas é |
Pósadh mise go cinnte |
Ar sahmahailt na mná gan scéimh |
Is trua nár sineadh 'mo chónair |
Mé sul a thug mé mo gheall arrimh |
Nuair a théim i dtí faire no tórraimh |
'Sé fhiafrionnn na hoganai diom |
«Caidé mar a mhothionn tú 'n pósadh |
No 'n mothúionn tú d’oige dá claci?» |
Súim is aithrisim loebha |
Go mothaim go mór faraoir |
Is an té udai nach bhfuil pósta |
Gur aige tá spóirt an tsaoil |
Is mise nach ndéan fadh dichéille da |
Bhfuigheadh mo chéile bás |
An óiche a dfagfainn 's a' chré |
I chodlóinn fhéin mo sháith |
Cheannóinn culaith maith eadai |
Hata 'gus léine bhán |
Chuirfinn mo dhúil sa phleisiúr |
Agus thógfaidh dhíom buaireamh 'n tsaoil |
(translation) |
Heartbreak at his marriage |
It's on the young boys of the world |
Wouldn't you rather have a decent little girl |
Or 'woman and pounds with her? |
A great night of snow or sleet |
Wouldn't it be nice to have a conversation with her |
Except for the yellow black girl in the pound |
And in complaining bitterly |
Wasn't I the happy one |
Rocking a day without sorrow |
Or that I put my finger in the ring |
And a crescent on a board for the clergy |
I found the woman who was destined for me |
But if so, it is not the love of my heart |
But a blonde black girl who snores |
She's pulling sucks |
That night my match was made |
According to his books I didn't want it |
Twenty-nine cows were promised to me |
With a blonde black girl without beauty |
Twenty-nine cows were promised to me |
With a senseless yellow black girl |
But to my chagrin I never married |
I am the ainnir of the branches after me |
My affair was made on Tuesday |
My prey and my sorrow |
I took the advice of my people |
It's a big part of my aesthetic |
I was definitely married |
On the image of the beautiful woman |
It's a pity my cousin was not stretched |
I was before I made my bet |
When I go to a watch or a funeral |
The hoganai ask me |
«How do you feel about marriage? |
Or do you feel your childhood clapping? » |
I am interested in reciting lions |
I feel very sorry |
Udai is unmarried |
That he has the sports of life |
It's me who doesn't make sense of it |
My spouse would die |
The night I would leave in the clay |
I would sleep my fill |
I would buy a good suit of clothes |
White hat and shirt |
I would put my desire in pleasure |
And the worries of life will take me away |