Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song An Spealadóir, artist - Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh. Album song Daybreak: Fáinne an Lae, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 13.03.2006
Record label: Compass, Muireann Nic Amhlaoibh. Issued
Song language: Irish
An Spealadóir(original) |
Le meán an fhómhair dá chaitheamh dom |
Ba mhór dubhach mo scéal |
Go breoite, brónach, atuirseach |
Gan sólás insa' tsaol |
Mo pháircín féir gan gearradh uaim |
De dheascaibh clainn an Bhreacluain |
'Gus féar na gcomharsan treascartha |
Á chíoradh le gréin |
Chorus: |
Dá bhfaighinnse speal ó Shasana |
'Gus crann ó Locha Léin |
Cloch is clár is gaineamh air |
Ó dhúiche Uí Néill |
Do chuirfinn faobhar ar maidin suas |
'Sheasódh ar feadh na seachtaine |
Is bearrtha 'bheadh an t-acra |
Le fáinne an lae |
Do shmaoiníos féin im' aigne |
San oíche trím' néal |
Go raibh beirt fhear óga chalma |
Do mhaíomh a bhfaobhar |
Féna ndéin do ghaibh mo theachtaire |
Chun mo pháircín féin do ghearradh dhom |
'S is grámhar, fáilteach freagarthach |
Do thánadar araon |
(Chorus) |
I gcóir is i bhfaobhar bhí speal acu |
Le fáinne an lae |
'S do luíodar siúd go slachtmhar glan |
Is iad ag baint an fhéir |
Seala beag don eadartha |
'S a lán don lá gan caitheamh fós |
Do bhí dóthain siúd di leagaithe |
'S é bearrtha go cré |
(Chorus 2x) |
(translation) |
With mid-autumn for me |
My story was depressing |
Sick, sad, tired |
Without comfort in life |
My uncut grass field |
Because of the children of Breacluain |
'And the grass of the neighbors was overthrown |
Exploring with sunshine |
Chorus: |
If I get a scythe from England |
'And a tree from Lough Leane |
A stone, a board, and sand |
From O'Neill 's district |
I would wake up this morning |
'Would stand for a week |
The acre would be trimmed |
With the ring of the day |
Your own thoughts in my mind |
Stunning night |
That two young men were calm |
Your assertion of their sharpness |
For what my messenger has captured |
To cut my own park for me |
And it's loving, welcoming and responsible |
They both came |
(Chorus) |
For a while they had a scythe |
With the ring of the day |
And they slept neatly and clean |
They are mowing the grass |
A small seal for the intermission |
There's a lot for the day yet to be spent |
That was enough for her |
It is trimmed to clay |
(Chorus 2x) |