Croi Croga (Cantoma Mix) - Clannad перевод на английский

Croi Croga (Cantoma Mix)

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.

Croi Croga (Cantoma Mix)

The king of Alba died,
Poorly met his end,
No son had he in this life.
A man came from the south,
Éamonn sat with us,
Evil and long was the cruelty.
The people believed,
The great and the low,
Themselves to be equal.
They forgot for ever,
The glance of the eagle,
The sun in his face.
Young was the king,
No evil in this life,
Éamonn was his right.
The men of Altna fought,
The people and their lords,
To be equal themselves.
They were put to flight,
Their death in the battle,
Forest without timber,
Forest without hope.
Thirty were hanged,
Thirty without honour,
And a boy who was young,
Red Heart, A Legend That Lives.
Pride has grown,
Since the year of Altna,
Six years it was bitter,
Bitter without hope.
Sit down this day,
As meek as a dove,
You have lost your freedom,
Long ago Red Heart, Red Heart.
The king of Altna died,
In truth he is dead,
No evil in this life.
A man came from the south,
Éamonn sat with us,
Evil and long was the cruelty.
They were put to flight,
Their death in the battle,
Forest without timber,
Forest without hope.
Thirty were hanged,
Thirty without honour,
And a boy who was young,
Red Heart, A Legend That Lives.