Sting & Police Lyrics
Sting & Police Lyrics
"Mo Ghile Mear Lyrics"
(Strawberry Ann) Switzerland Lyrics
strawberry ann switzerland straddles the line between his and mine we'll keep honor we'll keep on her with basically tactical signs of life in burning a candle we'll burn our hands off for your side if we're so clever if we're so ever
strawberry ann switzerland straddles the line between his and mine we'll keep honor we'll keep on her with basically tactical signs of life in burning a candle we'll burn our hands off for your side if we're so clever if we're so ever
by Se? Cl?ach Mac Domhnaill
Seal da rabhas im' mhaighdean sh?mh,
'S anois im' bhaintreach chaite thr?th,
Mo ch?le ag treabhadh na dtonn go tr?n
De bharr na gcnoc is i n-imigc?n.
'S??? mo laoch, mo Ghile Mear,
'S??? mo Chaesar, Ghile Mear,
Suan n??? s?n n??? bhfuaireas f?n
??? chuaigh i gc?n mo Ghile Mear.
B?se buan ar buaidhirt gach l???,
Ag caoi go cruaidh 's ag tuar na nde?
Mar scaoileadh uaim an buachaill be??? 'S n??? r?mhtar tuairisc uaidh, mo bhr?.
N??? labhrann cuach go suairc ar n?n
Is n? guth gadhair i gcoillte cn???,
N??? maidin shamhraidh i gcleannta
I'm Gonna Win Lyrics
Another dark night, in the city And my prospects lookin' thin The survival, of the fittest Is the law, in the world that I live in I was not born, to be a fighter But now's the time I have to learn To keep my head, above the water Gotta play with fire, but not get burned I gott
ibh ceoighAnother dark night, in the city And my prospects lookin' thin The survival, of the fittest Is the law, in the world that I live in I was not born, to be a fighter But now's the time I have to learn To keep my head, above the water Gotta play with fire, but not get burned I gott
??? d'imthigh uaim an buachaill be???.
Marcach uasal uaibhreach ?,
Gas gan gruaim is suairce sn?h,
Glac is luaimneach, luath i ngleo
Ag teascadh an tslua 's ag tuargain treon.
Seinntear stair ar chlairsigh cheoil
's l?ntair t?nte c?t ar bord
Le hinntinn ard gan chaim, gan che??? Chun saoghal is sl?nte d' fhagh?l dom le?han.
Ghile mear 'sa seal faoi chumha,
's Eire go l?r faoi chl?aibh dubha;
Suan n??? s?n n??? bhfuaireas f?n
??? luaidh i gc?n mo Ghile Mear.
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Sleep In Lyrics
When I watch you sleep I am taken from the place I stand Taken to a place where no cares I never thought I could be so lucky to be with you Always knew Afraid it would end When I wake up in the morning And you are still next to me I just thought to which I woke a dream I can't believ
l translation by J. Mark Sugars 1997When I watch you sleep I am taken from the place I stand Taken to a place where no cares I never thought I could be so lucky to be with you Always knew Afraid it would end When I wake up in the morning And you are still next to me I just thought to which I woke a dream I can't believ
Once I was a gentle maiden,
But now I am a spent, worn-out widow,
My consort strongly plowing the waves
Over the hills and far away.
He is my hero, my Gallant Darling,
He is my Caesar, a Gallant Darling;
I've found neither rest nor fortune
Since my Gallant Darling went far away.
Every day I am constantly enduring grief,
Weeping nitterly and shedding tears,
Because my lively lad has left me
And no news is told of him - alas!
The cuckoo does not sing cheerfully at noon
And the sound of hounds is not heard in nut-tree woods
Nor
Walking Proud Lyrics
Watashi no kuchibiru ga Hitotsu USO wo tsuita Sore wa sasai na riyuu kara de Dare no tame de mo naku Tada orokana jibun wo Mamoru tame dattan darou Kigatsuita goro ni wa Kazoe kirenu USO ni Kakomarete ugokenaku natteta Nasu sube mo naku Miageta sora kirei deshita Kimi no koto
summer morning in misty glenWatashi no kuchibiru ga Hitotsu USO wo tsuita Sore wa sasai na riyuu kara de Dare no tame de mo naku Tada orokana jibun wo Mamoru tame dattan darou Kigatsuita goro ni wa Kazoe kirenu USO ni Kakomarete ugokenaku natteta Nasu sube mo naku Miageta sora kirei deshita Kimi no koto
Since my lively boy went away from me.
Noble, proud young horseman,
Youth without gloom, of pleasant countenance,
A swift-moving fist, nimble in a fight,
Slaying the enemy and smiting the strong.
Let a strain be played on musical harps,
And let many quarts be filled on the table,
With high spirit, without fault, without gloom,
That my lion may receive long life and health.
Gallant Darling for a while under sorrow,
And Ireland completely under black cloacks,
I have found neither rest nor fortune
Since my Gallant Darling went far away