An Bás agus an Ainnir

File: Matthias Claudius Cumadóir: Franz Schubert

Der Tod und das Mädchen Das Mädchen Vorüber! Ach, vorüber! Geh wilder Knochenmann! Ich bin noch jung, geh Lieber! Und rühre mich nicht an. Der Tod Gib deine Hand, Du schön und zart Gebild! Bin Freund, und komme nicht, zu strafen. Sey gutes Muths! ich bin nicht wild, Sollst sanft in meinen Armen schlafen!

An Ainnir: An deireadh! Uch, an deireadh! Ná fan a fhir na gcnámh! Is óg dom fós, a stóirín! Is coinnigh uaim do lámh. An Bás: Tabhair dom do lámh, a chraobh is milse bláth! Táim séimh, ní mian liom tú a mhilleadh. Bíodh ort lúcháir! Ní fiáin atáim, Is sámh a chodlóimidne choíche.

Tenth Avenue Freeze Out / Tenth Avenue Reoite

Deora ar an gcathair
Bad Scooter ag lorg a chlais’
Slí chun bogadh ann is deacair
Is an domhan go léir ag siúl go deas
Bhuel, b’fhearr do gach éinne bogadh i leataoibh
Ar an drochthaobh atáimse ag rith
Is leis an bhfalla atá mo dhroim.

Tenth Avenue reoite
Tenth Avenue reoite

Bhuel, bhí mé tréigthe insan dufair
Is shúigh mé isteach an teas go léir ‘bhí uathu
Bhí an oíche dubh, ach an cosán geal
Is solas na mbeo ag dul chucu
As fuinneoigín árasáin, raidió i mbun gleo
Timpeall an chúinne liom, is bhí an domhan ag reo
An chéad rud eile Tenth Avenue reoite
Tenth Avenue reoite

Is tá mé liom féin, go hiomlán
A mhic, ba cheart duit é a thuiscint!
Agus táim liom féin, i m’aonar táim
Agus táim ar fán.

Nuair a tharla athrú
Chuaigh an Fear Mór leis an mbuíon
Ón gcósta go dtí an chathair
A lámh in airde ag gach cailín
Táim chun luí siar agus gáire go deas
Mar Scooter is an Fear Mór, roinnfidh siad é ‘na leath, ó

Tenth Avenue reoite
Tenth Avenue reoite
Tenth Avenue reoite
Tenth Avenue reoite
Tá mé ag tagairt do – abair
Yé, tada ach an – abair
Tá mé ag tagairt don, abair
Ní tada é ach Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth
Tá mé ag tagairt don Tenth, Tenth Avenue reoite
Tenth Avenue reoite
Tenth Avenue reoite

Tenth Avenue Freeze Out

Tenth Avenue freeze-out
Tenth Avenue freeze-out
Tenth Avenue freeze-out
Tenth Avenue freeze-out
I'm talking about a, tell me
Yeah, nothing but a, tell me
I'm talking about the, tell me
Ain't nothing but a Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth, Tenth
I'm talking about the Tenth, Tenth Avenue freeze-out
Tenth Avenue freeze-out
Tenth Avenue freeze-out

Youngstown

 In oirthuaisceart Ohio, siar in ocht déag’s a trí
James is Danny Heaton fuair siad an mhian a bhí in Yellow Creek
Thóg siad foirnéis soinneáin, thóg siad í cois trá
Dhein siad caora gunnaí mhóir a thug an tAontas leo san ár.
Is in Youngstown, is in Youngstown,
A Jenny dhil, mé báite ann,
A stóirín in Youngstown.

Bhuel, mo Daidí is na foirnéisí, chomh te le leac na bpian,
Mise tagtha ó ‘Nam, d’oibríos i mo scairféir, jab ‘bheadh ag teacht leis an diabhal is a mhian,
 Cóc tacanaíte is aolchloch ‘chothaigh an chlann is thuill mo phá,
Na simléir ag síneadh mar lámha Dé chuig firmimint álainn de shúiche is láib.
 Is in Youngstown, is in Youngstown,
Jenny dhil, mé báite ann,
A stóirín in Youngstown.

Bhuel tháinig mo dhaidí chun na monarchan tar éis dó teacht ó pháirc an áir
Níl sa chlós ach dramh is spallaí, ar sé, ‘Scrios níos mó ná Hitler laistigh de lá.’
Yé, anseo a tógadh buama is tanc a bhuaigh na cogaí dúinn
Chuireamar iad dtí an Chóiré is Vítneam, an é gur chuireadar a saol amú.
Is in Youngstown, is in Youngstown,
A Jenny dhil, mé báite ann,
A stóirín in Youngstown.

Sea ón Monongahela Valley go dtí Mesabi Iron Range
Na mianta guail in Appalachia, níl athrú ar an scéal,
Seacht gcéad tonna miotail in aghaidh an lae, is deir tú gur athraigh an saol,
Mise a dhein an saibhreas duit, saibhir is ní heol duit cé mé.

Is Youngstown, is Youngstown,
A Jenny dhil, mé báite ann,
A stóirín in Youngstown.

T’réis mo bháis, ní shantóinnse na flaithis, ní bheadh an obair ar mo mhian,
Guímse go dtiocfaidh Fear na gCrúb chugam le bheith i measc na bhfoirnéis’ ar leac na bpian.

Youngstown

Here in northeast Ohio, back in eighteen-o-three
James and Danny Heaton found the ore that was linin' Yellow Creek
They built a blast furnace here along the shore
And they made the cannon balls that helped the Union win the war

Here in Youngstown, here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

Well my daddy worked the furnaces, kept 'em hotter than hell
I come home from 'Nam worked my way to scarfer, a job that'd suit the devil as well
Well taconite coke and limestone fed my children and made my pay
Them smokestacks reachin' like the arms of God into a beautiful sky of soot and clay

Here in Youngstown, here in Youngstown
Sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

Well my daddy come on the Ohio works when he come home from World War Two
Now the yard's just scrap and rubble, he said "Them big boys did what Hitler couldn't do."
Yeah these mills they built the tanks and bombs that won this country's wars
We sent our sons to Korea and Vietnam, now we're wondering what they were dyin' for

Here in Youngstown, here in Youngstown
My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

From the Monongahela valley to the Mesabi iron range
To the coal mines of Appalachia, the story's always the same
Seven hundred tons of metal a day, now sir you tell me the world's changed
Once I made you rich enough, rich enough to forget my name

And Youngstown, and Youngstown
My sweet Jenny I'm sinkin' down
Here darlin' in Youngstown

When I die I don't want no part of heaven, I would not do heaven's work well
I pray the devil comes and takes me to stand in the fiery furnaces of hell

Haiku le Issa ón mbliain 1815

ar bhláth na ráibe
ina suí go héadrom…
luch

.菜の花やふはと鼠のとまりけり

na no hana ya fuwa to nezumi no tomari keri

Amhrán Grá/ Love Song

Amhrán Grá

Anon (Gondi)

Tá mo fhliút de bhambú glas agam á seinm,
mo mhéara agam ar an méarluí.
Conas a chuirfinn mo dhá lámh thart ort, a ghrá,
Agus mo fhliúit de bhambú glas agam á seinm?
Ith beagán silí agus fan tamall.
Tá mo lámha gafa, ní fhéadfainn tú a chuachadh le m'ucht.
Tá mo fhliúit de bhambú glas agam á seinm,
is mo mhéara agam ar an méarluí.

Love Song

Anon (Gondi)

I am playing on my flute of green bamboo,
My fingers are resting on the stops.
So how can I take you in my arms, O love,
When I'm playing on my flute of green bamboo?
Eat a little chilli and wait awhile.
My hands are full already, so how can we embrace?
I am playing on my flute of green bamboo,
And my fingers are resting on the stops.

Translated from Gondi by Shamrao Hivale and Verrier Elwin

Océane Buret

Océane Buret
an chéad bhád againn déanta as páipéar… í fós ag seoladh	our first boat made from paper… still sailing
	πρώτη μας βάρκα φτιαγμένη από χαρτί… πλέει ακόμη Leagan Gréigise: Sarah Thilykou

Springsteen - Amhrán 3: Factory / Monarcha

Monarcha

An-luath ar maidin, ón monarcha fead,
Gléasann an duine t'réis éirí ón nead,
Tógann a lón, siúlann faoi sholas an lae
Is saol oibre, saol oibre, is saol oibre é.

Trí árais na heagla, is trí árais na péin'
Tá mo dhaidí ag siúl leis faoin mbáisteach is é leis féin
Geataí na monarchan, geataí móra an tsaoil
Is saol oibre, saol oibre, is saol oibre é.


Deireadh an lae, á fhogairt ag fead ghéar,
Daoine ar a dtriall, na súile ag éag,
Agus creid uaimse a mhic ó, beidh duine éigin anocht i bpéin,
Is saol oibre, saol oibre, is saol oibre é.
Mar is saol oibre, saol oibre, is saol oibre é.

Factory

Early in the morning factory whistle blows
Man rises from bed and puts on his clothes
Man takes his lunch, walks out in the morning light
It's the working, the working, just the working life

Through the mansions of fear, through the mansions of pain
I see my daddy walking through them factory gates in the rain
Factory takes his hearing, factory gives him life
The working, the working, just the working life

End of the day, factory whistle cries
Men walk through these gates with death in their eyes
And you just better believe, boy, somebody's gonna get hurt tonight
It's the working, the working, just the working life
Cause it's the working, the working, just the working life