Celtic Woman - Ard Uí Chuain / Sadhbh Ní Bhruinneallaigh (Live 2017) - translation of the lyrics into French

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)
mbeinn féin in Aird Chuain
Si j'étais à Ard 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 Domhnaigh
Dans la vallée des coucous un dimanche
Is iomaí Nollaig a bhí féin
J'ai passé tant de Noëls
I mBun Abhann Doinne is 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 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 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 cluain
Le monde entier doit y répondre
Mheallfadh an chaora ón uan
Elle dérobe la mère à ses petits
Agus mheall uaimse an óige
Comme elle m'a volé mon enfance.
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 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.





Writer(s): traditional


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