Lyrics and translation Celtic Woman - Ard Uí Chuain / Sadhbh Ní Bhruinneallaigh (Live 2017)
Ard Uí Chuain / Sadhbh Ní Bhruinneallaigh (Live 2017)
Ard Uí Chuain / Sadhbh Ní Bhruinneallaigh (Live 2017)
Dá
mbeinn
féin
in
Aird
Uí
Chuain
Si
j'étais
à
Ard
Uí
Chuain
In
aice
an
tsléibhe
atá
i
bhfad
uaim
Près
de
cette
montagne
lointaine
B'annamh
liom
gan
dul
ar
cuairt
Je
n'hésiterais
pas
à
y
aller
Go
gleann
na
gcuach
Dé
Domhnaigh
Dans
la
vallée
des
coucous
un
dimanche
Is
iomaí
Nollaig
a
bhí
mé
féin
J'ai
passé
tant
de
Noëls
I
mBun
Abhann
Doinne
is
mé
gan
chéill
A
Cushendun,
sans
réfléchir
Ag
iomáin
ar
an
trá
bháin
Jouant
sur
la
plage
blanche
'Is
mo
chamán
bán
ins
mo
dhorn
liom
Mon
hurley
en
main
Agus
och
och
Éire
'lig
is
ó,
Oh,
chère
Irlande,
mon
foyer,
Éire
lionn
dubh
(melancholy)
agus
ó,
Loin
de
toi
j'ai
dû
errer
'Sé
mo
chroí
'tá
trom
's
bronach.
Mon
cœur
est
lourd
et
seul.
Nach
tuirseach
mise
anseo
liom
féin
Mais
mon
cœur
est
las,
tout
seul
Nach
n-áirim
guth
coiligh
lonndubh
nó
traon
Et
il
lance
un
cri
solitaire
Gealbhán,
smaolach,
naoscach
féin
Vers
la
terre
qui
chante
au-delà
de
mes
rêves
Is
chan
aithním
féin
an
Domhnach
Et
les
dimanches
solitaires
me
passent
devant
les
yeux.
'Sé
seo
an
choraíocht
atá
buan
Mais
la
tombe
nous
attend
tous
Ar
a'
tsaol
go
gcuirfeadh
sé
cluain
Le
monde
entier
doit
y
répondre
Mheallfadh
sé
an
chaora
ón
uan
–
Elle
dérobe
la
mère
à
ses
petits
Agus
mheall
sé
uaimse
an
óige
Comme
elle
m'a
volé
mon
enfance.
Dá
mbeadh
agam
coite
is
rámh
Si
j'avais
un
bateau
et
des
rames
D'iomairfinn
liom
ar
dhroim
a'tsnáimh
J'irais
ramer
jusqu'aux
côtes
d'Irlande
'S
mé
ag
duil
le
Dia
go
sroichfinn
slán
Confiant
en
Dieu
pour
me
guider
Is
chan
aithním
féin
an
Domhnach
Pour
mourir
en
Irlande.
English
Translation
Traduction
anglaise
I
wish
I
were
in
Ardicoan
I
wish
I
were
in
Ardicoan
Near
yon
mountain
far
away.
Near
yon
mountain
far
away.
I
would
seldom
let
the
Sunday
go
I
would
seldom
let
the
Sunday
go
From
the
Cuckoo's
glen
across
the
bay.
From
the
Cuckoo's
glen
across
the
bay.
It
is
many
a
Christmas
Day
I
had
It
is
many
a
Christmas
Day
I
had
In
Cushendun
while
still
a
lad;
In
Cushendun
while
still
a
lad;
Hurling
on
the
White
Shore
Strand
Hurling
on
the
White
Shore
Strand
With
my
good
ash
hurley
in
my
hand.
With
my
good
ash
hurley
in
my
hand.
And
it's
oh
dear
Ireland,
you're
my
home!
And
it's
oh
dear
Ireland,
you're
my
home!
Far
from
you
I
had
to
roam
Far
from
you
I
had
to
roam
And
my
heart
is
heavy
and
alone.
And
my
heart
is
heavy
and
alone.
But
my
heart
is
weary
all
alone
But
my
heart
is
weary
all
alone
And
it
sends
a
lonely
cry
And
it
sends
a
lonely
cry
To
the
land
that
sings
beyond
my
dreams
To
the
land
that
sings
beyond
my
dreams
And
the
lonely
Sundays
pass
me
by.
And
the
lonely
Sundays
pass
me
by.
But
the
grave
is
waiting
for
us
all
But
the
grave
is
waiting
for
us
all
The
whole
wide
world
must
heed
its
call
The
whole
wide
world
must
heed
its
call
It
steals
the
mother
from
her
brood
It
steals
the
mother
from
her
brood
As
it
stole
away
my
boyhood.
As
it
stole
away
my
boyhood.
If
I
only
had
a
boat
and
oar
If
I
only
had
a
boat
and
oar
I
would
row
to
Erin's
shore
I
would
row
to
Erin's
shore
Trusting
God
to
see
me
o'er
Trusting
God
to
see
me
o'er
In
time
to
die
in
Ireland.
In
time
to
die
in
Ireland.
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