Dylan: Creidimse thú

Fiafraíonn siad i mo thaobh,
Grá fíor mo ghrá, nó saobh
An éireoidh liom teacht slán arú
Agus, breathnaíonn siad orm go tur
Agus an ruaig orm á cur
Ba mhaith leo mé a scor
Mar go gcreidimse thú

Siod é an bóthar romhat
Is ná tar ar ais níos mó!
Mar nílimse i mo bhall dá gcriú
Agus amach liom faoin ngréin
I bhfad i bhfad i gcéin
Ach nílimse liom fhéin
Mar go gcreidimse thú

Mar creidimse thú fiú i measc na ndeor is an gháire
Mar creidimse thú fiú má táimid beirt scartha
Mar creidimse thú fiú ar maidin lá arna mhárach
Ó, is an lá ag breacadh
Ó, is an dorchacht ag scaipeadh
Ó, mothaímse é i gcónaí im’ lár.

Ná lig dom dul ar fán
Fanfad leat go brách
Is beidh mé seasta síoraí úr
An méid a fuaireas uait le mo linn
An grá nár chosain aon phínn
Siollaí uait ag teacht go binn
Mar creidimse thú

Mar creidimse thú, an geimhreadh ina shamhradh
Mar creidimse thú, ’s an dubh ina gheal
Mar creidimse thú cé gur líonmhar iad mo naimhde
Ó, ag an domhan seo céasta
Ó, ag mo chairde tréigthe
Ó, níor leor sin chun é a chur ar ceal. 


Ná lig dom’ phort athrú
Coinnigh mé inniu
Ó chleasa a chuirfeadh mé amú
Ó is cuma liom faoin bpian
An bháisteach atá dian
Mar domsa ’s tú an ghrian
Mar go gcreidimse thú.

I Believe In You

 They ask me how I feel
 And if my love is real
 And how I know I’ll make it through
 And they, they look at me and frown
 They’d like to drive me from this town
 They don’t want me around
 ’Cause I believe in you

 They show me to the door
 They say don’t come back no more
 ’Cause I don’t be like they’d like me to
 And I walk out on my own
 A thousand miles from home
 But I don’t feel alone
 ’Cause I believe in you

 I believe in you even through the tears and the laughter
 I believe in you even though we be apart
 I believe in you even on the morning after
 Oh, when the dawn is nearing
 Oh, when the night is disappearing
 Oh, this feeling is still here in my heart

 Don’t let me drift too far
 Keep me where you are
 Where I will always be renewed
 And that which you’ve given me today
 Is worth more than I could pay
 And no matter what they say
 I believe in you

 I believe in you when winter turn to summer
 I believe in you when white turn to black
 I believe in you even though I be outnumbered
 Oh, though the earth may shake me
 Oh, though my friends forsake me
 Oh, even that couldn’t make me go back

 Don’t let me change my heart
 Keep me set apart
 From all the plans they do pursue
 And I, I don’t mind the pain
 Don’t mind the driving rain
 I know I will sustain
 ’Cause I believe in you   

DYLAN - NO TIME TO THINK/ LE hAGHAIDH SMAOINTE NÍL AM

LE hAGHAIDH SMAOINTE NÍL AM

Sa bhás, tá an bheatha an bhean is an leanbh
Ag suansiúl ‘n aghaidh balla ’d bhrionglóid
Id’ shaighdiúir na trócaire, do mhallacht is fuar
“Mura bhfuil sé le trust, slán go deo.”

Uaigneas, cineáltas, an uasaicme, clú, fuilibiliú,
Troid na corónach is taisteal go brónach
Ag imeacht is tú gan cháil
Le haghaidh smaointe níl am.

Sa Chathair Fheidearálach sea do léiríodh duit tláithe
Go rúnda, le haghaidh pinginí
Is geal leat an ceannaire ach ní maith leat an leatrom
Agus braitheann tú lán d’imní.

Cuimhní, sceitimíní, easpa dlí, is easpa croí
Bheith díolta ag póg is an oíche go hóg
Sa ghleanntán úd is an lúb ar lár
Le haghaidh smaointe níl am.

Breithiúna cráite, i mbansagart a bheith sáite,
N’fhaca tú riamh a leithéid
Buaileadh gach bob orm trí shúile atá turcaidghorm
Tá mé dulta i léig.

Bábóigín,
braon poitín, an dúbailteacht, an uaigh ghlas,
Mearcair i gceannas, an chinniúint dod’ leanacht
Nós na plá, agus caochadh súl cam
Le haghaidh smaointe níl am.

Do thréig do choinsias thú, tíoránach a lig síos thú
Áit a luíonn an leon leis an uan
Bheadh an fealltóir sin íoctha, is marbh ’n dhiaidh sin
Ach sin mar atáimse monuar.

Tír na nÓg, íobairt fós, an bhásmhaireacht, an cás mar tá,
Ach is gasta é an draíodóir is a chleasa
Is íogaire ná fuil, ná dúch i do pheann
Le haghaidh smaointe níl am.


Éad agus fearg, a chlaíomh atá dearg
Beidh sé sásta má tá tú faoi bhrú,
Gealta ’na choinne, is tusa an duine
A cheansóidh é trí bheith ciúin.

Liberté, égalité, an umhlaíocht chaoin, an tsimplíocht íon
Féach tríd an scáthán ar na súile ag stánadh
Agus ólann tú braon beag go fann
Le haghaidh smaointe níl am.

Taoisigh an dóláis is ríonacha sóláis
A gcloigeann á n-ofráil ar ghuí
 Níl teacht agat ar shlánú, tá do shaolsa á bhánú
 Ins gach áit, gach aon uair, i ngach slí.

Mearcair, sea, gravité, an uaisleacht, sea, an umhlaíocht, sea,
Ní féidir í choinneáil, tá tú cóngarach don imeall
Is ní fada go seasfaidh tú ann
Le haghaidh smaointe níl am

Tá deireadh le vanité, is do shlánchiall sa chré
Droim láimhe anois le pléisiúr
Géilleann leannáin duit, ach níl siad sách láidir
Ní heol dóibh an ann duitse fiú.

An sóisialaí, an hiopnóisí, an rapparee, an t-ábharaí,
Dlíthe sea mhuise, chun gialla a bhriseadh
Agus clingeadh na n-eochrach’ is toll
Le haghaidh smaointe níl am

Is tabharfaidh an ród seo ‘dtí an ainnir ón mBablóin thú
Agus rós ina gruaig
Réaltaí sa spéir thoir, tú saortha ón daorbhroid
I sáinn ach tá gach aon ní amú

Fidélité, unité, eiseamláir ó bhun go barr
Casann tú timpeall, a dhiabhail, is radharc ar Chamille
Is an ghealach ’cur fola go fann
Le haghaidh smaointe níl am.

 Piléir mharóidís, ón mbás níl aon éaló
Ní hea, ortsa ní chuirfear cluain
Easpa suáilce ar snámh tríd an láib duit
Flaithiúil ach faoi ghlas go Lá an Luain.

Níl am chun slán leis an bhfírinne ’rá
Níl am le cailliúint mhuise, a ghrá
Níl am chun réiteach ’gcomhair íobartach éigin
Ná fulaingt, ná súil cham
Le haghaidh smaointe níl am.

    NO TIME TO THINK

    In death, you face life with a child and a wife
     Who sleep-walks through your dreams into walls
     You’re a soldier of mercy, you’re cold and you curse
     “He who cannot be trusted must fall”
    
     Loneliness, tenderness, high society, notoriety
     You fight for the throne and you travel alone
     Unknown as you slowly sink
     And there’s no time to think
    
     In the Federal City you been blown and shown pity
     In secret, for pieces of change
     The empress attracts you but oppression distracts you
     And it makes you feel violent and strange
    
     Memory, ecstasy, tyranny, hypocrisy
     Betrayed by a kiss on a cool night of bliss
     In the valley of the missing link
     And you have no time to think
    
     Judges will haunt you, the country priestess will want you
     Her worst is better than best
     I’ve seen all these decoys through a set of deep turquoise eyes
     And I feel so depressed
    
     China doll, alcohol, duality, mortality
     Mercury rules you and destiny fools you
     Like the plague, with a dangerous wink
     And there’s no time to think
    
     Your conscience betrayed you when some tyrant waylaid you
     Where the lion lies down with the lamb
     I’d have paid off the traitor and killed him much later
     But that’s just the way that I am
    
     Paradise, sacrifice, mortality, reality
     But the magician is quicker and his game
     Is much thicker than blood and blacker than ink
     And there’s no time to think
    
     Anger and jealousy’s all that he sells us
     He’s content when you’re under his thumb
     Madmen oppose him, but your kindness throws him
     To survive it you play deaf and dumb
    
     Equality, liberty, humility, simplicity
     You glance through the mirror and there’s eyes staring clear
     At the back of your head as you drink
     And there’s no time to think
    
     Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow
     Will offer their heads for a prayer
     You can’t find no salvation, you have no expectations
     Anytime, anyplace, anywhere
    
     Mercury, gravity, nobility, humility
     You know you can’t keep her and the water gets deeper
     That is leading you onto the brink
     But there’s no time to think
    
     You’ve murdered your vanity, buried your sanity
     For pleasure you must now resist
     Lovers obey you but they cannot sway you
     They’re not even sure you exist
    
     Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism
     Fools making laws for the breaking of jaws
     And the sound of the keys as they clink
     But there’s no time to think
    
     The bridge that you travel on goes to the Babylon girl
     With the rose in her hair
     Starlight in the East and you’re finally released
     You’re stranded but with nothing to share
    
     Loyalty, unity, epitome, rigidity
     You turn around for one real last glimpse of Camille
     ’Neath the moon shinin’ bloody and pink
     And there’s no time to think
    
     Bullets can harm you and death can disarm you
     But no, you will not be deceived
     Stripped of all virtue as you crawl through the dirt
     You can give but you cannot receive
    
     No time to choose when the truth must die
     No time to lose or say goodbye
     No time to prepare for the victim that’s there
     No time to suffer or blink
     And no time to think   

Bob Dylan: Athrú na nGardaí/ Changing of the Guards

Sé bliana déag
Sé bhratach déag is iad aontaithe sa pháirc
An t-aoire maith faoi bhrón
Baothdhána, mná agus fir gan treoir
Sciatháin á leathadh faoi dhuilleoga.

Glaonn fortún
Do shiúil mé amach as scáth, ‘dtí an margadh
Ceannaithe ann, gadaithe ann, is cumhacht ag teastáil,
Nach cumhra í, nós na móinéar ’nar rugadh í,
Roimh Lá Fhéile Eoin, gar don túr

An ghealach gan chroí
An captaen ann os cionn an mhór-cheiliúrtha
Smaointe á gcur go dtí an ainnir mhín
A cuntanós dubh nach n-insíonn rud ar bith fúithi
Tá an captaen thíos ach creideann sé i gcónaí go mbeidh an grá binn

Do lomadh í
Í stróicthe idir Iúpatar is Apalló
Do tháinig teachtaire le filiméala dubh
Bhí sí ar an staighre is b’éigean dom í a leanacht
I ’leanacht síos thar an scairdeán, a caille á hardú

Do sheas mé ansin go lag
Is chuas thar an léirscrios i ngach claí
Na greamanna á gcneasú faoin tatú i gcruth croí
Sagairt gan mhaith agus feall gach óg-chaillí
Na blátha á dtabhairt amach ’thugas duit mar fhéirín.

Pálás na scáthán
Is frithchaitheamh na saighdiúirí
An ród gan chríoch is clingíní na ndeor
Gach seomra lom agus cosaint ar a cuimhní
Agus glór na n-aingeal, éisteann le gach sprid ón am fadó.

Dúisíonn sí é
Dhá lá ina dhiaidh sin, an ghrian ag briseadh
Na seanslabhraí, labhras sléibhe, is carraig mhór
Is iarrann sí air a rá léi gach céim atá roimhe
Í tarraingthe síos, is greim aici ar a chuid gruaige mar ór.


A chairde, ar sé.
Níl aon ghá agam le bhur n-eagraíocht, shnasas bhur mbróg’
Bhogas bhur sléibhte, oraibh mo shúil
Tá Parthas á dhó,
Beidh oraibh réiteach le haghaidh bhur ndeireadh nó -
An misneach a fháil ionaibh le haghaidh an garda á athrú.

Tiocfaidh síth
Le suaimhneas séimh is niamhracht ar na rothaí teo
Ach ní tairbhe dhúinn é le titim na n-íol fann
Is géilleann an bás fuar is a thaibhse ag cúlú
Idir an Rí is Banríon na Lann.

Ag an tobar casadh Air an bhean

Ag an tobar casadh Air an bhean

Ag an tobar casadh Air an bhean
Ag an tobar casadh Air an bhean
Ag an tobar casadh Air an bhean
Agus d’fhógair Íosa gach a ndearna sí
 
Ar Sé, “A bhean, a bhean, cá bhfuil do chéile?”
Ar Sé, “A bhean, a bhean, cá bhfuil do chéile?”
Ar Sé, “A bhean, a bhean, cá bhfuil do chéile?”
“Is eol dom gach a ndearna tú riamh.”

Ar sí, “ ’Íosa, ’Íosa, níl aon chéile agam”
Ar sí, “ ’Íosa, ’Íosa, níl aon chéile agam”
Ar sí, “ ’Íosa, ’Íosa, níl aon chéile agam”
“Is ní heol duit gach a ndearna mise riamh.”

Ar Sé, “A bhean, a bhean, cúigear ’tá agat”
Ar Sé, “A bhean, a bhean, cúigear ’tá agat”
Ar Sé, “A bhean, a bhean, cúigear ’tá agat”
“An té ’tá anois ann, ní leatsa é.”

Ar sí, “É seo, É seo, caithfidh sé gur fáidh é”
Ar sí, “É seo, É seo, caithfidh sé gur fáidh é”
Ar sí, “É seo, É seo, caithfidh sé gur fáidh é”
“D’fhógair sé a ndearna mise riamh.”

Ag an tobar casadh Air an bhean
Ag an tobar casadh Air an bhean
Ag an tobar casadh Air an bhean
Agus d’fhógair Íosa gach a ndearna sí
 

JESUS MET THE WOMAN AT THE WELL

Jesus met the woman at the well
Jesus met the woman at the well
Jesus met the woman at the well
And He told her everything she'd ever done

He said, "Woman, woman, where is your husband?"
He said, "Woman, woman, where is your husband?"
He said, "Woman, woman, where is your husband?"
"I know everything you've ever done"

She said, "Jesus, Jesus, I ain't got no husband"
She said, "Jesus, Jesus, I ain't got no husband"
She said, "Jesus, Jesus, ain't got no husband"
"And You don't know everything I've ever done"

He said, "Woman, woman, you've got five husbands"
He said, "Woman, woman, you've got five husbands"
He said, "Woman, woman, you've got five husbands"
"And the one you have now, he's not your own"

She said, "This man, this man, He must be a prophet"
She said, "This man, this man, He must be a prophet"
She said, "This man, this man, He must be a prophet"
"He done told me everything I've ever done"

Jesus met the woman at the well
Jesus met the woman at the well
Jesus met the woman at the well
And He told her everything she'd ever done

IN THE GARDEN/ SA GHAIRDÍN

Nuair ’tháinig siad air sa ghairdín, arbh eol dóibh?
Nuair ’tháinig siad air sa ghairdín, arbh eol dóibh?
Arbh eol dóibh gurbh é Mac Dé É, gurbh é a dTiarna É
Nuair a dúirt Sé féin le Peadar a chlaíomh a chur ’leataobh.
Nuair ’tháinig siad air sa ghairdín, arbh eol dóibh?
Nuair ’tháinig siad air sa ghairdín, arbh eol dóibh?

Nuair a labhair Sé leo insan gcathair, ‘chuala siad?
Nuair a labhair Sé leo insan gcathair, ‘chuala siad?
Niocadaemas sheachain sé na sluaite is tháinig istoích’
Á rá, “’Mháistir, cén fáth is gá bheith saolaithe arís?”
Nuair a labhair Sé leo insan gcathair, ‘chuala siad?
Nuair a labhair Sé leo insan gcathair, ‘chuala siad?

Nuair a leigheas Sé daill is bacaigh, ‘bhfaca siad
Nuair a leigheas Sé daill is bacaigh, ‘bhfaca siad
Nuair a dúirt, “Tuige mé a cháineadh, tóg do shráideog is siúil,
Rud a dhéanfadh m’Athair, dhéanfainnse gan dua”
Nuair a leigheas Sé daill is bacaigh, ‘bhfaca siad
Nuair a leigheas Sé daill is bacaigh, ‘bhfaca siad?

Ar labhair siad ina choinne, ’leomhfaidís?
Ar labhair siad ina choinne, ’leomhfaidís?
Theastaigh ón slua go mbeadh Sé ina rí, ar a chloigeann bheadh coróin
Cén fáth ar imigh Sé le bheith i bhfad ón gcóip?
Ar labhair siad ina choinne, ’leomhfaidís?
Ar labhair siad ina choinne, ’leomhfaidís?

Nuair d’éirigh Sé ón mbás, ar chreid siad é?
Nuair d’éirigh Sé ón mbás, ar chreid siad é?
Ar Sé, “Tá gach údarás tugtha Domsa ar neamh ’ is ar talamh
Ar thuigeadar láithreach bonn É le bheith neamhbhalbh?
Nuair d’éirigh Sé ón mbás, ar chreid siad é?
Nuair d’éirigh Sé ón mbás, ar chreid siad é?

IN THE GARDEN

When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?
When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?
Did they know He was the Son of God, did they know that He was Lord?
Did they hear when He told Peter, “Peter, put up your sword”?
When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?
When they came for Him in the garden, did they know?

When He spoke to them in the city, did they hear?
When He spoke to them in the city, did they hear?
Nicodemus came at night so he wouldn’t be seen by men
Saying, “Master, tell me why a man must be born again”
When He spoke to them in the city, did they hear?
When He spoke to them in the city, did they hear?

When He healed the blind and crippled, did they see?
When He healed the blind and crippled, did they see?
When He said, “Pick up your bed and walk, why must you criticize?
Same thing My Father do, I can do likewise”
When He healed the blind and crippled, did they see?
When He healed the blind and crippled, did they see?

Did they speak out against Him, did they dare?
Did they speak out against Him, did they dare?
The multitude wanted to make Him king, put a crown upon His head
Why did He slip away to a quiet place instead?
Did they speak out against Him, did they dare?
Did they speak out against Him, did they dare?

When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
He said, “All power is given to Me in heaven and on earth”
Did they know right then and there what the power was worth?
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?
When He rose from the dead, did they believe?   

Dylan: ’CHORPÁIN, ’CHORPÁIN

’CHORPÁIN, ’CHORPÁIN

Focail dhíomhaoine á rá ag an aigne cham
Cloí le geallúintí aite, iad ag éag in am,
Gan a bheith in ann an rud fónta a aithint ón smál
Ó, tá mé cráite, tá mé cráite
Níl sólás ar bith le fáil.

’Chorpáin, ’chorpáin
Bhfuil tú chun éirí?
D’aigne ar strae
Dusta id’ shúile cinn

Tá tú gafa ag Sátan fós, neadaíonn éanlaith i do ghruaig
An bhfuil creideamh ar bith id’ chroí? An bhfuil grá ar bith agat dúinn?
 An chuma ’tá ar do cheann, Dia á mhallú ’gat gach lá
Ó, tá mé cráite, tá mé cráite
Cad tá agat á rá?

’Chorpáin, ’chorpáin
Bhfuil tú chun éirí?
D’aigne ar strae
Dusta id’ shúile cinn

An mhealltacht is an ghlóir-réim is an pheaca-pholaitíocht
An geiteo sin a thóg tú dom, sé an geiteo sin do ríocht
Rásaíocht an innill sin ’rialaíonn in aghaidh do chroí
Ó, tá mé cráite, tá mé cráite
Ligint ort gur cliste ataoi.

’Chorpáin, ’chorpáin
Bhfuil tú chun éirí?
D’aigne ar strae
Dusta id’ shúile cinn

Cad tá agat ansin chun mé a chloí, an teagasc nó gunnán?
Mo dhroim leis an bhfalla cheana tá, teitheadh cén áit?
Tá tuxedo ’gat á chaitheamh, é maisithe le bláth
Ó, tá mé cráite, tá mé cráite
Go leac na bpian linn faoi do lámh.

’Chorpáin, ’chorpáin
Bhfuil tú chun éirí?
D’aigne ar strae
Dusta id’ shúile cinn

DEAD MAN, DEAD MAN

Uttering idle words from a reprobate mind
Clinging to strange promises, dying on the vine
Never bein’ able to separate the good from the bad
Ooh, I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it
It’s makin’ me feel so sad

Dead man, dead man
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind
Dust upon your eyes

Satan got you by the heel, there’s a bird’s nest in your hair
Do you have any faith at all? Do you have any love to share?
The way that you hold your head, cursin’ God with every move
Ooh, I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it
What are you tryin’ to prove?

Dead man, dead man
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind
Dust upon your eyes

The glamour and the bright lights and the politics of sin
The ghetto that you build for me is the one you end up in
The race of the engine that overrules your heart
Ooh, I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it
Pretending that you’re so smart

Dead man, dead man
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind
Dust upon your eyes

What are you tryin’ to overpower me with, the doctrine or the gun?
My back is already to the wall, where can I run?
The tuxedo that you’re wearin’, the flower in your lapel
Ooh, I can’t stand it, I can’t stand it
You wanna take me down to hell

Dead man, dead man
When will you arise?
Cobwebs in your mind
Dust upon your eyes  

DYLAN AMHRÁN 7 - PRESSING ON

BRÚ AR AGHAIDH

Táim ag brú ar aghaidh
Sea ag brú ar aghaidh
Táim ag brú ar aghaidh
'Dtí an ghairm ó mo Thiarna ard.

Tugadh faoi mo stopadh, mé ’chroitheadh lena mbuairt:
“Hé, cruthaigh gurb é ’n Tiarna é, tá comhartha uaim”
Cén comhartha atá uait, is istigh tá ’n uile ní,
Tá an chaora sa chró, is níl aon ghá le himní.

Táim ag brú ar aghaidh
Sea ag brú ar aghaidh
Táim ag brú ar aghaidh
'Dtí an ghairm ó mo Thiarna ard.

Croith an dusta ded’ chos, ná féach siar
Níl aon ní a cheanglódh thú, roinneadh ort do sciar,
An cathú ní haon dóithín é, b’é Ádhamh a thug don diabhal an svae
Pheacaigh sé níl aon rogha agam, sé mo nádúr é.

Táim ag brú ar aghaidh
Sea ag brú ar aghaidh
Táim ag brú ar aghaidh
'Dtí an ghairm ó mo Thiarna ard.

PRESSING ON

Well I’m pressing on
Yes, I’m pressing on
Well I’m pressing on
To the higher calling of my Lord

Many try to stop me, shake me up in my mind
Say, “Prove to me that He is Lord, show me a sign”
What kind of sign they need when it all come from within
When what’s lost has been found, what’s to come has already been?

Well I’m pressing on
Yes, I’m pressing on
Well I’m pressing on
To the higher calling of my Lord

Shake the dust off of your feet, don’t look back
Nothing now can hold you down, nothing that you lack
Temptation’s not an easy thing, Adam given the devil reign
Because he sinned I got no choice, it run in my vein

Well I’m pressing on
Yes, I’m pressing on
Well I’m pressing on
To the higher calling of my Lord   

TRAEIN MHALL /DYLAN AMHRÁN 6 - SLOW TRAIN

TRAEIN MHALL

Uaireanta bíonn goimh orm is déistin
Cad sa diabhal atá ag tarlú do mo chompánaigh
Bhfuil siad slán nó fós ar strae
Nó an eol dóibh an praghas a ísleodh a svae
A gcuid prionsabal saolta a mbeidh orthu iad a fhágáil
Tá traein mhall, tá traein mhall ag teacht chugainn gan mhoill.

Bhí bean agamsa thíos in Alabama
B’as an iargúil di siúd, ach bhí bonn lenár gcaidreamh
Ar sí, “Hé, gan aon agó
Cuir cruth ort féinig agus dea-chló,
Gheofá bás anseo, is ní bheadh ionat ach cuid den staidreamh”
Tá traein mhall, tá traein mhall ag teacht chugainn gan mhoill.

Ola ón gcoigríoch,’tá i gceannas ar an tír seo
Féach timpeall ort, is cinnte go mbraitheann tú náire,
An síc ina rí ochón
Na seoda is na fáinní sróin’
Todhchaí ár dtíre á beartú ’cu in Amstardam is i bPáras
Tá traein mhall, tá traein mhall ag teacht chugainn gan mhoill.

Tá ár n-ego neamhleáite, ár ndlíthe as dáta, ní bhaineann linn níos mó
Ní féidir seasamh thart ag feitheamh agus i ngátar
I dtír seo na mbua
Jefferson ag iompú ina uaigh
Buaileam sciath na ngamal a láimhseálfadh, mar dhea, Sátan
Tá traein mhall, tá traein mhall ag teacht chugainn gan mhoill.

An teagmhálaí mór le rá, an bréag-lia, fuathaitheoir mná
Máistir cur i gcéill is an máistir atá praiticiúil
Ach an namhaid dom is léir
Caitheann seisean fallaing ghlé
Na díchreidmhigh, na gadaithe ag caint in ainm an reiligiúin
Is tá traein mhall, tá traein mhall ag teacht chugainn gan mhoill.

Ocras is tart ar a lán, is pléascann an t-ardaitheoir gráin,
Ó, cé gur costasaí an bia a stóráil ná é a bhronnadh
Deir siad linn gan a bheith cúthail
Do chuid aislingí ’leanúint
Tá caint ar ghrá a bheith againn dá chéile, taispeáin dom an duine atá sona,
Tá traein mhall, tá traein mhall ag teacht chugainn gan mhoill.

Bhuel, go hIllinois do chuaigh mo bháb, leis an mbuachaill atá sí chun a chrá
Duine gan dóchas, ach ní raibh aon leigheas agamsa ar an scéal
Is cuma liomsa faoin eacnamaíocht
Is cuma liomsa faoin réalteolaíocht
Ach cuireann sé isteach orm an dream is ionúin liom bheith ’na bpuipéad
Tá traein mhall, tá traein mhall ag teacht chugainn gan mhoill.

SLOW TRAIN

Sometimes I feel so low-down and disgusted
Can’t help but wonder what’s happenin’ to my companions
Are they lost or are they found
Have they counted the cost it’ll take to bring down
All their earthly principles they’re gonna have to abandon?
There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

I had a woman down in Alabama
She was a backwoods girl, but she sure was realistic
She said, “Boy, without a doubt
Have to quit your mess and straighten out
You could die down here, be just another accident statistic”
There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

All that foreign oil controlling American soil
Look around you, it’s just bound to make you embarrassed
Sheiks walkin’ around like kings
Wearing fancy jewels and nose rings
Deciding America’s future from Amsterdam and to Paris
And there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

Man’s ego is inflated, his laws are outdated, they don’t apply no more
You can’t rely no more to be standin’ around waitin'
In the home of the brave
Jefferson turnin’ over in his grave
Fools glorifying themselves, trying to manipulate Satan
And there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

Big-time negotiators, false healers and woman haters
Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition
But the enemy I see
Wears a cloak of decency
All nonbelievers and men stealers talkin’ in the name of religion
And there’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

People starving and thirsting, grain elevators are bursting
Oh, you know it costs more to store the food than it do to give it
They say lose your inhibitions
Follow your own ambitions
They talk about a life of brotherly love show me someone who knows how to live it
There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend

Well, my baby went to Illinois with some bad-talkin’ boy she could destroy
A real suicide case, but there was nothin’ I could do to stop it
I don’t care about economy
I don’t care about astronomy
But it sure do bother me to see my loved ones turning into puppets
There’s a slow, slow train comin’ up around the bend   

DYLAN AMHRÁN 5 - SHOT OF LOVE

INSTEALLADH GRÁ

Tabhair dom instealladh grá, tabhair dom instealladh grá

Níl instealladh hearóin uaim mar leigheas ar m’aicíd
Níl instealladh tuirpintín uaim, ar mo ghlúine ag impí,
Níl instealladh cóidín uaim chun go ndéanfainn aithrí
Níl instealladh fuisce uaim, le bheith im’ Mhichael D.

Tabhair dom instealladh grá, tabhair dom instealladh grá

‘Dhochtúir, bhfuil tú ’g éisteacht? Teastaíonn roinnt Medicaid
Chonac ríochtaí seo an domhain, is tá eagla orm, mo léir
Níl aon phianta orm, ach maróidh sé mé dar Donn
Mar an slua úd lean Íosa, nuair a chuireadar praghas ar a cheann.

Tabhair dom instealladh grá, tabhair dom instealladh grá

Níl uaimse aon ailibí nuair a chaithim am led’ thaobh
Tá na ráflaí cloiste agam, gach ráfla acu saobh
Ná taispeáin aon scannán dom, ná tabhair aon leabhar dom le léamh
Ní shásódh sé sin an phian istigh, ná ní ghearrfadh sé an téad.

Tabhair dom instealladh grá, tabhair dom instealladh grá


Cén fáth a dteastódh uaim tú ‘mharú
Dhein tú m’athairse a mharú, is banéigniú,
Tatú ar mo leanaí ón nimh id’ pheann
Níl im’ Dhia ná im’ chairde ach greann.

Tabhair dom instealladh grá, tabhair dom instealladh grá

Ní mian liom a bheith le héinne anocht
Veronica amuigh, Mavis, cailín bocht
Tá neach ar gráin leis mé, tá sé gar dom, mear mín
An ceart dom díreach suí siar go dtaga sé aniar?

Tabhair dom instealladh grá, tabhair dom instealladh grá

Cad tá ar an ngaoth ag séideadh anocht?
Níl fonn orm dul trasna na sráide is tá an gluaisteán as a riocht
Glaoch fóin, tá gach éinne tar éis bogadh is léir
Mo choinsias ag cur as dom, tá, ón oíche aréir.

Tabhair dom instealladh grá, tabhair dom instealladh grá

Tabhair dom instealladh grá, tabhair dom instealladh grá
Más dochtúir tusa, tabhair dom instealladh grá.

 

SHOT OF LOVE

I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love

Don’t need a shot of heroin to kill my disease
Don’t need a shot of turpentine, only bring me to my knees
Don’t need a shot of codeine to help me to repent
Don’t need a shot of whiskey, help me be president

I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love

Doctor, can you hear me? I need some Medicaid
I seen the kingdoms of the world and it’s makin’ me feel afraid
What I got ain’t painful, it’s just bound to kill me dead
Like the men that followed Jesus when they put a price upon His head

I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love

I don’t need no alibi when I’m spending time with you
I’ve heard all of them rumors and you have heard ’em too
Don’t show me no picture show or give me no book to read
It don’t satisfy the hurt inside nor the habit that it feeds

I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love

Why would I want to take your life?
You’ve only murdered my father, raped his wife
Tattooed my babies with a poison pen
Mocked my God, humiliated my friends

I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love

Don’t wanna be with nobody tonight
Veronica's not here, Mavis just ain’t right
There’s a man that hates me and he’s swift, smooth and near
Am I supposed to set back and wait until he’s here?

I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love

What makes the wind wanna blow tonight?
Don’t even feel like crossing the street and my car ain’t actin’ right
Called home, everybody seemed to have moved away
My conscience is beginning to bother me today

I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love

I need a shot of love, I need a shot of love
If you’re a doctor, I need a shot of love   

DYLAN AMHRÁN 4 - RING THEM BELLS

Buail na Cloig/ Ring them Bells

Buail na cloig, a bhodaigh
Ó chathair úd na néal
Buail na cloig ó na tearmainn
Thar na gleanntáin go réidh
Táid leathan táid domhain
Is an saol bun os cionn
Is an t-am ag rith ar gcúl
An bhrídeog leis is trua.

Buail na cloig, Naomh Peadar
Áit a séideann gaoth
Buail na cloig le do chrua-lámh
Chun go dtuigfidh gach n-aon
Ó tá ’na bhuaicthráth
Sa bhaile, ar an má,
Is tá fuineadh gréine i ndán
Don bhó bheannaithe bhán.

Buail na cloig, a Mharta.
Do mhac an bhochtáin
Buail na cloig chun go gcloisfidh cách
Aon Dia amháin
Ó an t-aoire tá fá shuan
An tsaileach faoi ghruaim
Is tá caoirigh an tslé’
’Dul amú.

Buail na cloig do na daill is bodhráin
Buail na cloig dúinn go léir atá ar fán
Buail na cloig do bheagán an áidh
’Thabharfaidh breith ar an gcóip nuair ’thagann an lá
Buail na cloig, ar eite an t-am,
Páiste ’ligeann glam,
An neamhurchóid gann.

Buail na cloig, a Chaitríona
Ó do sheomra gach lá
Buail iad buail ón daingean
Don lile ’tá faoi bhláth
Línte – ‘’Dhia na bhFeart
Trodaireacht lán de neart
Is nil achar ann a thuilleadh
’dir ceart is mícheart.

Ring them bells

Ring them bells, ye heathen
From the city that dreams
Ring them bells from the sanctuaries
’Cross the valleys and streams
For they’re deep and they’re wide
And the world’s on its side
And time is running backwards
And so is the bride

Ring them bells St. Peter
Where the four winds blow
Ring them bells with an iron hand
So the people will know
Oh it’s rush hour now
On the wheel and the plow
And the sun is going down
Upon the sacred cow

Ring them bells Sweet Martha
For the poor man’s son
Ring them bells so the world will know
That God is one
Oh the shepherd is asleep
Where the willows weep
And the mountains are filled
With lost sheep

Ring them bells for the blind and the deaf
Ring them bells for all of us who are left
Ring them bells for the chosen few
Who will judge the many when the game is through
Ring them bells, for the time that flies
For the child that cries
When innocence dies

Ring them bells St. Catherine
From the top of the room
Ring them from the fortress
For the lilies that bloom
Oh the lines are long
And the fighting is strong
And they’re breaking down the distance
Between right and wrong   

DYLAN AMHRÁN 3 - PRECIOUS ANGEL

Precious Angel/ A Aingil Dhílis

‘Aingil dhílis, conas faoin ngréin
Conas nár bhraitheas-sa tú le mo thaobh
A léireodh dom mo dhaille, a léireodh mé ar strae
Nach lag a bhí an bonn fúm is gan ach gaineamh fé?

Tá ‘na chogadh anama, fuil is feoil ‘briseadh síos
Tá creideamh agat nó is neamhchreideamh é, ní bhaineann neodracht le Críost
Is glic atá an namhaid, tá an dubh ‘rainn ina gheal
An fhírinne ‘nár gcroí ach an creideamh ar ceal.

Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Ní fhéadfainn é a dhéanamh ‘s mé liom féin
Ní léir dom mórán tá mé dall.

Tá mo chairde mar dhea faoi gheasa is léir
Féachann siad orm caol díreach is ar siad, “Bhuel, sin é é”
Agus samhlaigh an doircheacht atá anuas chugainn
Nuair iarrfar an bás ar Dhia is nach ligfear dóibh dul san uaigh

‘Shiúirín, tharla aisling dom is inseoidh mé duit faoi
Bhís ag tarraingt uisce do d’fhear céile, agus tú ag fulaingt faoin dlí
Bhí tu ag insint dó faoin mBúda, is bhí tú ag insint dó faoi Mhachmad, d’aon anáil,
Ach níor luaigh tú uair amháin an Té a tháinig is mar choirpeach fuair bás.

Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Ní fhéadfainn é a dhéanamh ‘s mé liom féin
Ní léir dom mórán tá mé dall.

‘Aingil dhílis, níl aon amhras ort faoim’ scéal
 An rud a thug Dia dúinn, ní raghaidh sé i léig
Táimid clúdaithe le fuil, agus ba dhaoir iad ár sinsir romhainn
Agus trócaire orthu ina n-uaigh ochón.

Is tú ríon gheal mo cholainn’, is tú mo bhean, is tú mo shéan,
Is tú lampa m’anama, san oíche ríméad
Ach tá foréigean sna súile, ná mealltar sinn arís
Ar ár mbealach ón Éigipt, is tríd an Aetóip, go halla breithiúnais Chríost.

Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Doirt do léas, doirt do léas ar ball
Ní fhéadfainn é a dhéanamh ‘s mé liom féin
Ní léir dom mórán tá mé dall.
 

Precious angel

Precious angel, under the sun
How was I to know you’d be the one
To show me I was blinded, to show me I was gone
How weak was the foundation I was standing upon?

Now there’s spiritual warfare, flesh and blood breaking down
Ya either got faith or ya got unbelief and there ain’t no neutral ground
The enemy is subtle, how be it we are deceived
When the truth’s in our hearts and we still don’t believe?

Shine your light, shine your light on me
Shine your light, shine your light on me
Shine your light, shine your light on me
Ya know I just can’t make it by myself
I’m a little too blind to see

My so-called friends have fallen under a spell
They look me squarely in the eye and they say, “Well, all is well”
And imagine the darkness that will fall from on high
When men will beg God to kill them and they won’t be able to die

Sister, let me tell you about a vision I saw
You were drawing water for your husband, you were suffering under the law
You were telling him about Buddha, you were telling him about Mohammed
in one breath
You never mentioned one time the Man who came and died a criminal’s death

Shine your light, shine your light on me
Shine your light, shine your light on me
Shine your light, shine your light on me
Ya know I just can’t make it by myself
I’m a little too blind to see

Precious angel, you believe me when I say
What God has given to us no man can take away
We are covered in blood, girl, you know both our forefathers were slaves
Let us hope they’ve found mercy in their bone-filled graves

You’re the queen of my flesh, girl, you’re my woman, you’re my delight
You’re the lamp of my soul, girl, you torch up the night
But there’s violence in the eyes, girl, so let us not be enticed
On the way out of Egypt, through Ethiopia, to the judgment hall of Christ

Shine your light, shine your light on me
Shine your light, shine your light on me
Shine your light, shine your light on me
Ya know I just can’t make it by myself
I’m a little too blind to see   

Bob Dylan: An Tionscadal Gaspal

Tá a fhios ag an saol mór gur bronnadh an Duais Nobel ar son na Litríochta ar Bob Dylan. Is mian le IMRAM gné neamhghnách de chorpas Dylan a léiriú, an ceol gaspal. I measc na n-amhrán a chanfar beidh What Can I Do For You, aistrithe anseo ag Gabriel Rosenstock.

CAD AB ÁIL LEAT DÍOM?

Uaitse a fuaireas an uile ní
Cad ab áil leat díom?
Thugais domsa mo shúile cinn
Cad ab áil leat díom?

Tarraingthe ón daoirse, dhein mé a athnuachan im’ chroí
Shásaigh an t-ocras a bhí orm go síoraí
D’oscail an doras nach ndúnfaidh éinn’ agus is leathan mar a bhí,
Is roghnaigh Tú mé, an beagán atá íon,
Cad ab áil leat díom?

Ar mo shonsa sea fuair Tú bás
Cad ab áil leat díom?
Is do mhínigh Tú an uile chás
Cad ab áil leat díom?

Nuair a shaolaítear neach, sea bíonn na splancacha san aer,
Is is saoi é dar leis féin agus bíonn air géilleadh don bhréag
Cé a shábhálfadh é is teacht idir é is éag?
Bhuel, dheinise é is níl aon ní fágtha dúinne le cur i gcrích
Cad ab áil leat díom?

Thugais dúinne gach a bhfuil faoin ngréin
Cad ab áil leat díom?
Thugais domsa an bheatha féin
Cad ab áil leat díom?

Tuigim gach aon ní faoi nimh, tuigim arraing mar bhíos i nguais
Cuma liom an tslí bheith garbh, léirigh dom a tús
Aon ní is áil leat féin, inis dom, a Rún
Bhuel, níor thuilleas-sa é ach féach gur tháinig mé tríd
Cad ab áil leat díom?

WHAT CAN I DO FOR YOU?

You have given everything to me
What can I do for You?
You have given me eyes to see
What can I do for You?

Pulled me out of bondage and You made me renewed inside
Filled up a hunger that had always been denied
Opened up a door no man can shut and You opened it up so wide
And You’ve chosen me to be among the few
What can I do for You?

You have laid down Your life for me
What can I do for You?
You have explained every mystery
What can I do for You?

Soon as a man is born, you know the sparks begin to fly
He gets wise in his own eyes and he’s made to believe a lie
Who would deliver him from the death he’s bound to die?
Well, You’ve done it all and there’s no more anyone can pretend to do
What can I do for You?

You have given all there is to give
What can I do for You?
You have given me life to live
How can I live for You?

I know all about poison, I know all about fiery darts
I don’t care how rough the road is, show me where it starts
Whatever pleases You, tell it to my heart
Well, I don’t deserve it but I sure did make it through
What can I do for You?