Crói Cróga - Remastered in 2004 - Clannad Übersetzung ins Englische

Crói Cróga - Remastered in 2004

Fuair rí na hAlba,
Bás faraor,
Gan mac ar a tsaol seo.
Tháinig fear as a deisceart,
Bhí Éamonn a shuí linn,
Olc fada na crualach.
Chreid an slua,
Breis agus ísleacht,
Eatarthú féin.
Bhí dearmad air choíche,
Radharc na héin,
Seo finnscéal.
Déag an rí,
Gan olc ar a' tsaol seo,
Bhí n'teideal ag Éamonn.
Throid na hAltnaí,
Daoine is Tiarnaí,
Eatarthú féin.
Cuireadh go sciobail,
A adhaigh sa s'cogaidh,
Coireadh gan adhmad,
Coireadh gan dóigh.
Crochadh tríocha,
Tríocha gan uaisleacht,
Agus buachaillín a bhí óg,
Croí Cróga, Finnscéal Beo.
D'fháiscigh an mhaorgacht,
Ó bliain na hAltana,
Sé mbliain a bhí cróga,
Cróga gan dóigh.
Shuí ar a lá seo,
Comh cnéasta le coighleách,
Scairt sí a shaoirse,
Fadó bhí Cróga, Croí cróga.
Fuair rí na hAltana,
Bás I ndairíre,
Gan olc ar a tsaol seo.
Tháinig fear as a deisceart,
Bhí Éamonn a shuí linn,
Olc fada na crualach.
Cuireadh go sciobail,
A adhaigh sa s'cogaidh,
Coireadh gan adhmad,
Coireadh gan dóigh.
Crochadh tríocha,
Tríocha gan uaisleacht,
Agus buachaillín a bhí óg,
Croí Cróga, Finnscéal Beo.

Crói Cróga - Remastered in 2004

The King of Alba is dead,
Dead suddenly,
He has no son to succeed him.
A man claiming to be his nephew arrives from the south,
Eamonn is his name, and he is welcomed gladly,
Nobody considers the consequences of this treachery.
The people believed,
High and low,
They destroyed themselves.
They forgot all about,
The man they called eagle,
This is his story.
The boy-king,
Who should have ruled,
Is now Eamonn's prisoner.
The Battle of Altana,
Fought between people and their overlord,
Destroyed them all.
They were led away to prison,
Their bodies died in battle,
Their hearts never surrendered,
They never gave up hope.
Thirty hanged,
Thirty noble souls,
And one young boy,
Crói Cróga, the living legend.
His fame grew,
From the year of Altana,
For six more years he fought,
Fought against impossible odds.
He sits with us today,
As brave as ever,
He won his freedom,
Cróga, the brave one, he is alive.
The King of Altana is dead,
Really dead,
He will never trouble us again.
A man claiming to be his nephew arrived from the south,
Eamonn is his name, and he was welcomed gladly,
Nobody considered the consequences of this treachery.
They were led away to prison,
Their bodies died in battle,
Their hearts never surrendered,
They never gave up hope.
Thirty hanged,
Thirty noble souls,
And one young boy,
Crói Cróga, the living legend.