Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Neansai Mhile Gra, artist - Clannad. Album song Clannad In Concert, in the genre Кельтская музыка
Date of issue: 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' |