Текст и перевод песни The Dublin City Ramblers - Spanish Lady

Spanish Lady

As I roved out through Dublin City, at the hour at twelve at night.
Who should I spy but the Spanish
Lady, washing her face till candlelight.
First she washed them, then she dried them, over a fire of amber coal.
In all my life I never did see, a maid so sweet about the soul.

Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.
Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.

As I roved out through Dublin City, at the hour of half past eight.
Who should I see but the Spanish
Lady, brushing her hair so trim and neat.
First she washed it, then she dried it, on her lap was a silver comb.
In all my life I never did see, so fair and maid since I did roam.

Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.
Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.

As roved out through Dublin City, as the sun began to set.
Who should I see but the Spanish
Lady, catching a knot in the golden net.
When she spied me,
Quick she fled me, lifting her petticoat over her knee.
In all my life I never did see a maid so gay as the Spanish lady.

Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.
Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.

I wandered north and I wandered south
Through Stoneybatter and Patrick's Close.
Up and around by the Gloucester
Diamond and back by Nappertandy's House.
Old age has laid her arms on me.
Cold as a fire of ashy coals.
Where is the lovely Spanish lady neat and sweet about the soul?

Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.
Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.
Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.
Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.

La dame espagnole

Alors que je parcourais Dublin, à minuit.
Qui ai-je vu sinon la dame espagnole
Se laver le visage jusqu'à la lumière des bougies.
D'abord elle les a lavées, puis elle les a séchées, sur un feu de charbon d'ambre.
De toute ma vie, je n'avais jamais vu une fille aussi douce.

Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.
Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.

Alors que je parcourais Dublin, à huit heures et demie.
Qui ai-je vu sinon la dame espagnole
Se peigner les cheveux, si bien et proprement.
D'abord elle les a lavés, puis elle les a séchés, sur ses genoux était un peigne d'argent.
De toute ma vie, je n'avais jamais vu une fille aussi belle, depuis que je voyage.

Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.
Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.

Alors que je parcourais Dublin, comme le soleil commençait à se coucher.
Qui ai-je vu sinon la dame espagnole
Essayer de démêler son filet d'or.
Quand elle m'a vu,
Elle s'est enfuie rapidement, levant sa jupe au-dessus de son genou.
De toute ma vie, je n'avais jamais vu une fille aussi gaie que la dame espagnole.

Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.
Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.

J'ai erré vers le nord et vers le sud.
À travers Stoneybatter et Patrick's Close.
Vers le haut et autour du Gloucester
Diamond et retour par la maison de Nappertandy.
La vieillesse m'a mis les bras sur les épaules.
Froid comme un feu de braises.
Où est la belle dame espagnole, douce et propre ?

Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.
Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.
Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.
Whack for the toora-loora-laddy.
Whack for the toora-loora-lay.