| Wykonawca | Clannad |
|---|---|
| Tytuł | Bunan Bui |
| Album | Crann Ull |
Tekst piosenki:
A Bhuinne??n Bhu? is ?? mo chr?? do lu?Â
Is do chn??mha s?Ânte ar leaca lom'
Is nach dtearn t?? d?Âth no dolaidh sa t?Âr
Is narbh fhearr leat f?Âon n?? uisce poill.
D?? gcuirfe?? sc??ala f?? mo dh??in
Go raibh t?? i ng??ibhinn n?? i ndeacair iot'
?? bhainfinnse b??im ar Loch Mhic an ??in
A fhliuchfadh do bh??al is do bhrollach s?Âos.
N? hiad bhur n-??anlaith at?? m?? ag ??agaoin
An chuach, an traona n?? an chorr-bhreac
Ach an Buinne??n Bu?Â, a bh? l??n de chro?Â
Is gur cos??il liom f??in ?? i snua is i ndreach.
Bh?Âodh s?? ag s?Âor??l na d?Â
Is deir daoine go mb?Âm ar an n??s sin seal
Is n?Âl braon d?? bhfuighinn nach ligfinn s?Âos
Ar fhait?Âos go bhfuighinn f??in b??s den tart!
Is ?? 'd'iarr mo st??r orm ligint den ??l
N?? nach mbeinnse beo ach seal beag gearr:
Is ?? d??irt m?? l??i gur chan s? an bhr??ag
N?? go mb'fhaide do mo shaol an braon seo a fh??il.
Nach bhfeiceann t?? ??an an ph?Âob??in r??idh
Go dteachaidh s? in ??ag den tart ar ball?
Is a dhaoine cl??ibh, fliuchaig? bhur mb??al
N?? n? bhfuighidh sibh braon i ndiaidh bhur mb??is!
Oh Yellow Bittern, alas to see you stretched
And your bones there lying on bare flagstones
You did no harm at all in the country
And would just as prefer ditch water to wine
Had you only sent me a message
That you were in a quandry, in need of a drink
I would have broken the ice on the lake
To wet your beak and all the way down to your breast.
I'm not lamenting your ordinary birds
The cuckoo, the corncrake or the dappled heron
But the yellow bittern of the great heart
Who was just like me in many ways
He was always fond of the sup
And people say I'm fond of a drop myself
Whatever drink comes my way, it's down it goes
For fear that I might one day die of thirst!
And my darling asked me to give up the booze
Or I'd only be alive a short while more,
I told her straight out she was telling a lie
And that the drink extended my life's span.
Don't you see that bird with the smooth neck
That only a while ago perished with the thirst?
Ah, my pleasant people, wet your whistles
Because after death ye won't get a drop!
Is do chn??mha s?Ânte ar leaca lom'
Is nach dtearn t?? d?Âth no dolaidh sa t?Âr
Is narbh fhearr leat f?Âon n?? uisce poill.
D?? gcuirfe?? sc??ala f?? mo dh??in
Go raibh t?? i ng??ibhinn n?? i ndeacair iot'
?? bhainfinnse b??im ar Loch Mhic an ??in
A fhliuchfadh do bh??al is do bhrollach s?Âos.
N? hiad bhur n-??anlaith at?? m?? ag ??agaoin
An chuach, an traona n?? an chorr-bhreac
Ach an Buinne??n Bu?Â, a bh? l??n de chro?Â
Is gur cos??il liom f??in ?? i snua is i ndreach.
Bh?Âodh s?? ag s?Âor??l na d?Â
Is deir daoine go mb?Âm ar an n??s sin seal
Is n?Âl braon d?? bhfuighinn nach ligfinn s?Âos
Ar fhait?Âos go bhfuighinn f??in b??s den tart!
Is ?? 'd'iarr mo st??r orm ligint den ??l
N?? nach mbeinnse beo ach seal beag gearr:
Is ?? d??irt m?? l??i gur chan s? an bhr??ag
N?? go mb'fhaide do mo shaol an braon seo a fh??il.
Nach bhfeiceann t?? ??an an ph?Âob??in r??idh
Go dteachaidh s? in ??ag den tart ar ball?
Is a dhaoine cl??ibh, fliuchaig? bhur mb??al
N?? n? bhfuighidh sibh braon i ndiaidh bhur mb??is!
Oh Yellow Bittern, alas to see you stretched
And your bones there lying on bare flagstones
You did no harm at all in the country
And would just as prefer ditch water to wine
Had you only sent me a message
That you were in a quandry, in need of a drink
I would have broken the ice on the lake
To wet your beak and all the way down to your breast.
I'm not lamenting your ordinary birds
The cuckoo, the corncrake or the dappled heron
But the yellow bittern of the great heart
Who was just like me in many ways
He was always fond of the sup
And people say I'm fond of a drop myself
Whatever drink comes my way, it's down it goes
For fear that I might one day die of thirst!
And my darling asked me to give up the booze
Or I'd only be alive a short while more,
I told her straight out she was telling a lie
And that the drink extended my life's span.
Don't you see that bird with the smooth neck
That only a while ago perished with the thirst?
Ah, my pleasant people, wet your whistles
Because after death ye won't get a drop!
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