Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sliabh Geal gCua, artist - Anúna. Album song Deep Dead Blue, in the genre Музыка мираDate of issue: 31.01.2016
Record label: Danu
Song language: Irish
Sliabh Geal gCua(original) |
| Ó a Shliabh Geal gCua na féile |
| Is fada uait i gcéin mé |
| I m’shuí cois cuain i m’aonar |
| Go tréithlag faoi bhrón |
| An tuile bhuí ar thaobh díom |
| 'Dir mé 'gus tír mo chléibhe |
| 'Sa Shliabh Geal gCua na féile |
| Go tréithlag faoi bhrón |
| Dá mbeinnse 'measc mo ghaolta |
| I sceithín ghlas na scéimhfhear |
| Nuair a scaipeann teas na gréine |
| Ó spéir gheal gan smál |
| Nó dá mbeinne 'n-siúd faoin réaltain |
| Nuair a thiteann drúcht ar fhéar ann |
| Ó a Shliabh Geal gCua, nar dhéirc sin |
| Dá mb’fhéidir é 'fháil |
| 'Sé mo léan nach bhfuair mé tógaint |
| Le léann is mórchuid eolais |
| I nGealainn uasal cheolmhar |
| Ba sheolta mo bhéal |
| Ó threabhfainn cuairt thar sáile |
| Is thabharfainn bua thar barr chughat |
| Mar a Shliabh Geal gCua |
| Ba bhréa liom thú'ardú fé réim |
| Dá mbeinnse 'measc mo ghaolta |
| I sceithín ghlas na scéimhfhear |
| Nuair a scaipeann teas na gréine |
| Ó spéir gheal gan smál |
| Nó dá mbeinne 'n-siúd faoin réaltain |
| Nuair a thiteann drúcht ar fhéar ann |
| Ó a Shliabh Geal gCua, nar dhéirc sin |
| Dá mb’fhéidir é 'fháil |
| (translation) |
| From his Sliabh Geal gCua of the festival |
| I am far from you |
| Sitting by the harbor alone |
| That sad tragedy |
| The yellow flood on my side |
| 'Dir me' and the land of my breast |
| In the Sliabh Geal gCua of the festival |
| That sad tragedy |
| If I were 'among my relatives |
| In the green spawn of the beautician |
| When the heat of the sun dissipates |
| From an immaculate bright sky |
| Or if I were 'n-those under the star |
| When dew falls on grass there |
| From Sliabh Geal gCua, that did not beg |
| If only I could get it |
| It's my sorrow that I did not get taken |
| Reading is a lot of information |
| In noble musical Music |
| My mouth was pounding |
| Oh I would plow a visit overseas |
| And I would give you a great victory |
| Like Sliabh Geal gCua |
| I would love to raise you |
| If I were 'among my relatives |
| In the green spawn of the beautician |
| When the heat of the sun dissipates |
| From an immaculate bright sky |
| Or if I were 'n-those under the star |
| When dew falls on grass there |
| From Sliabh Geal gCua, that did not beg |
| If only I could get it |