Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Ribhinn Donn , by - Runrig. Song from the album In Search of Angels, in the genre Фолк-рокRelease date: 05.03.1999
Record label: Ridge
Song language: Gaelic
Ribhinn Donn(original) |
| O mo run |
| Tha an oidhche ghremhraidh reoite is fuar |
| Na bliadhnaichean dol bhuainn |
| Is bhon cheud la gheall mi dhut |
| Chuir sinn seachad cuart am bliadhn' |
| Is gach uile gheamhraidh anns a bhlas |
| A chailin og dhan tug mi luaidh |
| Aon earrach ur |
| O mo run |
| Tha an la a tha ann cho truagh ri gaol |
| Gann tha an cridhe nach diult |
| Is a bhoid mhaireas buan |
| O oigh, alainn, chiuin |
| Co eile air thalamh ghabadh t-ait |
| Gun siubhlainn leat gu cul na greine |
| Is gu crioch la |
| Mo ribhinn og |
| Mo ribhinn donn |
| Gun siubhlainn leat gu cul na greine |
| Is gu crioch la |
| O mo run |
| Tha mi mar as abhaist is mi 'nam aon |
| Na mo shuidhe sgriobhadh Dhan |
| Se seo doigh mo dhaoine |
| Is moladh mi do chliu |
| Le oran ceangailt anns an nos |
| Is ged sheasainn air gach uile reul |
| Bhiodh tu os coinn |
| Mo ribhinn og |
| Mo ribhinn donn |
| Is ged sheasainn air gach uile reul |
| Bhiodh tu os coinn |
| Mo ribhinn donn |
| --oOo-- |
| Ribhinn donn (Brown haired girl) |
| My love |
| The winter night is frozen and cold |
| The years are moving away from us |
| And from the day when I first vowed to you |
| We lived through the journey of that first year |
| And through every other winter in a warmth |
| Young girl to whom I gave my love |
| One new spring |
| My love |
| This day and age is impoverished in love |
| Scarce is the heart that does not reject |
| And the vow that binds eternally |
| Graceful, gentle girl |
| There is no other I could put in your place |
| I would walk with you to the back of the sun |
| And to the ends of time |
| Young girl |
| Brown haired girl |
| I would walk with you to the back of the sun |
| And to the ends of time |
| My love |
| As usual as I am in the solitary |
| Writing songs |
| This is the way of my people |
| I will sing your praises |
| In song secured to the tradition |
| And supposing I stood on every star |
| I would place you higher |
| Young girl |
| Brown haired girl |
| And supposing I stood on every star |
| I would place you higher |
| (translation) |
| Oh my gosh |
| The winter night is frozen and cold |
| The years go by |
| And from the first day I promised you |
| We've been touring this year |
| And every winter in its taste |
| The young girl I mentioned |
| Any new spring |
| Oh my gosh |
| Today is a sad day for love |
| Hard is the heart that does not refuse |
| His vows are lasting |
| O beautiful, quiet maiden |
| Who else on earth would take your place |
| May I travel with you to the back of the sun |
| And to the end of the day |
| My young maiden |
| My brown ribbon |
| May I travel with you to the back of the sun |
| And to the end of the day |
| Oh my gosh |
| I am as usual and I am one |
| As I sit writing Dan |
| This is my people's way |
| I praise your reputation |
| With a binding song in the night |
| And though I stand on every star |
| You would be above us |
| My young maiden |
| My brown ribbon |
| And though I stand on every star |
| You would be above us |
| My brown ribbon |
| --oOo-- |
| Brown haired girl |
| My love |
| The winter night is frozen and cold |
| The years are moving away from us |
| And from the day when I first vowed to you |
| We lived through the journey of that first year |
| And through every other winter in a warmth |
| Young girl to whom I gave my love |
| One new spring |
| My love |
| This day and age is impoverished in love |
| Scarce is the heart that does not reject |
| And the vow that binds eternally |
| Graceful, gentle girl |
| There is no other I could put in your place |
| I would walk with you to the back of the sun |
| And to the ends of time |
| Young girl |
| Brown haired girl |
| I would walk with you to the back of the sun |
| And to the ends of time |
| My love |
| As usual as I am in the solitary |
| Writing songs |
| This is the way of my people |
| I will sing your praises |
| In song secured to the tradition |
| And supposing I stood on every star |
| I would place you higher |
| Young girl |
| Brown haired girl |
| And supposing I stood on every star |
| I would place you higher |