Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sguaban Arbhair , by - Runrig. Song from the album Play Gaelic, in the genre Фолк-рокRelease date: 31.12.1989
Record label: Lismor
Song language: Gaelic
Sguaban Arbhair(original) |
| Bha mi raoir a' siubhal drathair |
| 'S thainig dealbh do mo laimh |
| Dealbh mo sheannmh’air is mo shean’air |
| 'S balach og na shuidh' ri’n taobh |
| 'S iad ag obair aig na sguaban arbhair |
| Shuidh mi g’an coimhead fad' na h-oidhch' |
| Thainig cianalas na m’chridhe |
| 'S thainig cuideam na mo laimh |
| Uair eile gu bhith dhachaidh |
| Uair eile gu bhith beo |
| Ruith mu’n cuairt na sguaban arbhair |
| Uair eile gu bhith og |
| Cha’n e aois a tha mi sabaid |
| Cha’n e mo bheatha nach eil slan |
| 'S e bhith fuireach ann a' saoghal maide |
| Le chuid daoin' nach tuig mo chainnt |
| Uair eile gu bhith dhachaidh |
| Uair eile gu bhith beo |
| Ruith mu’n cuairt na sguaban arbhair |
| Uair eile gu bhith og |
| Dh’fhalbh mo sheannmh’air 's mo shean’air |
| Thuit na sguaban arbhair sios |
| Dh’fhalbh mi gu saobhal eile |
| 'S dh’fhalbh a' Ghaidhlig bho mo bheul |
| Uair eile gu bhith dhachaidh |
| Uair eile gu bhith beo |
| Ruith mu’n cuairt na sguaban arbhair |
| Uair eile gu bhith og |
| (translation) |
| Last night I was looking for a drawer |
| And a picture came to me |
| Photo of my grandparents |
| There was a young boy sitting beside them |
| They work at the sheaves of corn |
| I sat watching them all night |
| Nostalgia came into my heart |
| And the weight came into my hand |
| Another time to be home |
| Another time to live |
| Run around the sheaves of corn |
| Another time to be young |
| It's not age I'm fighting for |
| It is not my life that is not intact |
| To live in a wooden world |
| With some people who do not understand my speech |
| Another time to be home |
| Another time to live |
| Run around the sheaves of corn |
| Another time to be young |
| My grandparents are gone |
| The sheaves of corn fell down |
| I went to another world |
| And Gaelic disappeared from my mouth |
| Another time to be home |
| Another time to live |
| Run around the sheaves of corn |
| Another time to be young |