Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Éirigh Suas a Stóirín, artist - Karan Casey. Album song The Winds Begin To Sing, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 21.05.2006
Record label: Shanachie
Song language: Irish
Éirigh Suas a Stóirín(original) |
Éirigh suas a stóirín mura bfhuil tú 'do shuí |
Oscail an doras agus lig mise chun ti |
Tá buidéal im' aice bhéarfas deoch do mhnaoi an tí |
Agus tá súil agam nach ndiúltaíonn tú mé fá do iníon |
Nuair a éirím amach ar maidin agus dearcaim uaim siar |
Is dearcaim ar a’bhaile úd a bhfuil agam le dul ann |
Titeann na deóra ina sróite liom síos |
Agus nímse míle osna bíos cosúil le cumhaidh |
I ngleanntan coilleadh uagní is lag brónach a bím |
Ó Dhomhnach go Domhnach 's mé ag cathamh mo shaoil |
'smé ag feitheamh gach trathnóna ce rachadh 'na ród no cé thiocfadh 'n tí |
'S gan duine ar an domhan mhór a thógfadh mo chroí |
Nach aoibhinn don éanlaith a éiríos gach lá |
‘S a luíos arís ar an aonchraoibh amháin |
Ní h'é sin dom féin ‘s do mo chéad mhíle grá |
Is i bhfad i bhfad ó chéile bíos ár n-éirí gach lá |
Rise up, my Love (Translation) |
Rise up, my love, if you’re still in bed lying |
Open the door that I might come and recline |
By my side I’ve a bottle that I’ve brought for your mother |
And I hope she’ll allow it that you shall be mine |
When I rise in the morning and look o’er the way |
And I look at the place where I’ll spend the long day |
The tears fall in streams down my two cheeks like rain |
And many’s the time that I sigh for that maid |
In the thick wooded glen I live there in loneliness |
From Sunday to Sunday spending time on my own |
The coming and going I watch o’er the road-way |
And nothing in this wide world will lift up my heart |
Isn’t it great for the birds that rise up every morning |
And roost with each other on the same bush or spray |
But that’s not how it is for both me and my true-love |
For it’s far from each other that we rise every day |
(translation) |
Get up, sweetheart, if you're not sitting |
Open the door and let me go |
She has a bottle of butter that will bring a drink to the woman of the house |
And I hope you do not reject me for your daughter |
When I get up in the morning and look back |
I look at that town where I have to go |
Tears fall down my cheeks |
And I sigh a thousand times like a nostalgia |
In the valley of the woods of loneliness I feel weak and sad |
From Sunday to Sunday as I spend my life |
I was waiting every evening for who would go on the road or who would come home |
And no one in the world would lift my heart |
What a delight for the birds that rise every day |
‘Lies again on the one-branch |
That's not for me's my first love |
Our daily beings are far, far away |
Rise up, my Love (Translation) |
Rise up, my love, if you’re still in bed lying |
Open the door that I might come and recline |
By my side I’ve a bottle that I’ve brought for your mother |
And I hope she’ll allow it that you shall be mine |
When I rise in the morning and look o’er the way |
And I look at the place where I’ll spend the long day |
The tears fall in streams down my two cheeks like rain |
And many have the time that I sigh for that maid |
In the thick wooded glen I live there in loneliness |
From Sunday to Sunday spending time on my own |
The coming and going I watch o’er the road-way |
And nothing in this wide world will lift up my heart |
Isn’t it great for the birds that rise up every morning |
And roost with each other on the same bush or spray |
But that’s not how it is for both me and my true-love |
For it’s far from each other that we rise every day |