Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Neansai Mhile Gra , by - Clannad. Song from the album Clannad In Concert, in the genre Кельтская музыкаRelease date: 19.06.2005
Record label: Shanachie
Song language: Irish
Neansai Mhile Gra(original) |
| A Neansaí, 'mhíle grá, a bhruinneall 'tá gan smál |
| Go bhfeice mise’n t-ádh 'gus an séan ort |
| Ba ghile do dhá láimh ná cúr geal na trá |
| Ná'n eala 's í a' snámh ar an Éirne |
| Is glaise liom do shúil ná braon beag den drúcht |
| Is binne liomsa tú ná na téadaí |
| 'S mur' n-éalaí tusa liomsa titfidh mé i lionndubh |
| 'Gus cuirfear insa chill 'do dhéidh mé |
| Is iomaí sin guth mná a chluinimse 'ngach aird |
| Abhus agus taobh thall den Éirne |
| Go Corcaigh na gCuan 's go Béal Ath' na Sluaigh |
| 'Sí Neansaí 'thug bua ar a' méid sin |
| A Mhuire 'gus a Dhia, nárbh aoibhinn deas é'r saol |
| Dá mbeinnse agus í le chéile? |
| Tráthnóna aoibhinn ciúin, ó mise 'gus mo rún |
| Ag cogarnaíl ar uaigneas sléibhe |
| Beir litir uaimse suas chuig Neansaí chaoin na gcuach |
| Is aithris di gur buartha atá mé |
| Aithris di arís nach gcodlaím féin aon oíche |
| Le harraing atá trí mo thaobh deas |
| Aithris é dá súil, aithris é dá cúl |
| Aithris é dá méin mhaith chéillí |
| Aithris é dá ceann 's dá béilín atá binn |
| Gur ghiorraigh sí go cinnte mo laetha' |
| (translation) |
| Nancy, 'a thousand loves, my brow' is immaculate |
| May I see good luck and good luck to you |
| Brighter for both hands than the bright foam of the beach |
| Not the swan as she swam on the Erne |
| Your eye is greener than a little drop of dew |
| You are sweeter to me than the ropes |
| And if you do not escape with me I will fall into blackness |
| 'And I'll be put in the cell' after me |
| There are so many women's voices that I hear 'all attention |
| Abhus and beyond the Erne |
| To Cork of the Harbors and to Béal Ath 'na Sluaigh |
| 'She's Nancy' overcame that |
| Our Lady and God, what a wonderful life it was |
| If I and She Were Together? |
| Quiet blissful afternoon, from me 'and my secret |
| Whispering on mountain loneliness |
| Bring a letter from me up to Nancy crying the curls |
| I tell her I'm worried |
| Tell her again that I never sleep alone |
| With a snare that is through my right side |
| Imitate it to his eye, imitate it to his back |
| Imitate it to its good sense |
| It's an imitation of her head and her sweet mouth |
| That it definitely shortened my days' |