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[kirarakanda]

сижу дома, вместо школы... у нас сломался замок, поэтому тут...а ещё я опять заболела(хотя я наверное даже и не выздоравливала), черт у нас сегодня текстовка надеюсь что к полудню я уже буду свободна!(я уже н енадеюсь на то, что попаду в школу...ну и срать =) ). Ещё меня прикалывает свой вид...глаза слезятся, голоса нет(а я ведь стихотворение сдавать должна была...), правда к текстовухе нужно что бы он появился...(горячий чай внутревенно %) ).А ещё вчера(1 октября) был день саке в японии...хоть это всего лишь проффесиональный празник, но всё же...Хм, у нас разница в ~12 часов, может ещё успею отпраздновать? Хотя... короче пофиг,я тут нашла тексты песен Celtic Woman может кому будет интересно...

Dulaman

Dulaman Dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman Dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman Dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman Dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman Dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman Dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman Dulaman Gaelach

A ‘nion mhin o, sin anal na fir shuiri
A mhaitharin mhin o, cuir na roithlean
Go dti me


Chorus

Dulaman na binne bui, dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman na farraige, b’fhearr a bhi in Eirinn

Dulaman Dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman Dulaman Gaelach

Ta ceann bul oir ar an dulaman gaelach
Ta dha chluais mhaol ar an dulaman maorach
Brogan breaca dubha at an dulaman gaelach
Ta bearead agus trius ar an dulaman maorach


Chorus

Dulaman na binne bui, dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman na farraige, b’fhearr a bhi in Eirinn

Dulaman na binne bui, dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman na farraige, b’fhearr a bhi in Eirinn

Goide a thus na tire thu? Arsa an dulaman gaelach
Ag suiri le do ‘nion arsa an dulaman maorach
Rachaimid chun Niuir leis an dulaman gaelach
Ceannoimid brogan daroa ar an dulaman maorach


Chorus

Dulaman na binne bui, dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman na farraige, b’fhearr a bhi in Eirinn

O chuir me sceala chuici, go gceannoinn coir di
‘Se’n scea; a chuir si chigam, go raibh a ceann ciortha


Chorus

Dulaman na binne bui, dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman na farraige, b’fhearr a bhi in Eirinn

Dulaman na binne bui, dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman na farraige, b’fhearr a bhi in Eirinn

Ca bhfaigheann tu mo ‘nion, arsa an dulaman gaelach
Bheul, fundoidh me liom i, arsa an dulaman maorach


Chorus

Dulaman na binne bui, dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman na binne bui, dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman na farraige, b’fhearr a bhi in Eirinn

Dulaman na binne bui, dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman na farraige, b’fhearr a bhi in Eirinn

Dulaman na binne bui, dulaman Gaelach
Dulaman na farraige, b’fhearr a bhi in Eirinn

Celtic Woman

Orinoco Flow


by N/A

Let me sail, let me sail,
let the Orinoco Flow,
let me reach, let me beach
on the shores of Tripoli.
Let me sail, let me sail,
let me crash upon your shore,
let me reach, let me beach
far beyond the Yellow Sea.

De, de
de, de
de, de
de, de
de, de

Sail away, sail away, sail away.
Sail away, sail away, sail away.
Sail away, sail away, sail away.
Sail away, sail away, sail away.

From Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon,
from Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony,
from Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,
from Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea.

De, de
de, de
de, de
de, de
de, de

Sail away, sail away, sail away.
Sail away, sail away, sail away.
Sail away, sail away, sail away.
Sail away, sail away, sail away.

From the North to the South, Ebudæ into Khartoum,
from the deep sea of Clouds to the island of the moon,
carry me on the waves to the lands I've never been,
carry me on the waves to the lands I've never seen.
We can sail, we can sail on the Orinoco Flow,
we can sail, we can sail.
(sail away, sail away)

We can steer, we can near
with Rob Dickins at the wheel,
we can sigh, say goodbye Ross and his dependencies
we can sail, we can sail
(sail away, sail away, sail away)

We can reach, we can beach,
on the shores of Tripoli,
we can sail, we can sail
(sail away, sail away, sail away)
From Bali to Cali - far beneath the Coral Sea,
we can sail, we can sail
(sail away, sail away, sail away)

Celtic Woman

Caledonia


by N/A

I don’t know if you can see,
The changes that have come over me
These last few days I’ve been afraid,
That I might drift away

I’ve been telling old stories,
Singing songs
That make me think about where
I come from
That’s the reason why I seem,
So far away today

Chorus

Let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia you’re calling me,
Now I’m going home.
But if I should become a stranger,
Know that it would make me more than sad,
Caledonia’s been everything I’ve ever had

Now I have moved and kept on moving,
Proved the points that I needed proving,
Lost the friends that I needed losing,
Found others on the way
I’ve kissed the fellas and left them crying,
Stolen dreams, yes there’s no denying,
I’ve travelled hard sometimes with conscious flying,
Somewhere with the wind

Chorus

Let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia you’re calling me,
Now I’m going home.
But if I should become a stranger,
Know that it would make me more than sad,
Caledonia’s been everything I’ve ever had

Now I’m sitting here before the fire,
The empty room, the forest choir,
The flames have cooled, don’t get any higher,
They’ve withered now they’ve gone.
But I’m steady thinking my way is clear,
And I know what I will do tomorrow,
When hands have shaken, the kisses flowed,
Then I will disappear

Chorus

Let me tell you that I love you
That I think about you all the time
Caledonia you’re calling me,
Now I’m going home.
But if I should become a stranger,
Know that it would make me more than sad,
Caledonia’s been everything I’ve ever had

Celtic Woman

The Voice


by Brendan Graham

I hear your voice on the wind
And I hear you call out my name…

‘Listen, my child!’ you say to me,
‘I am the Voice of your history,
Be not afraid – come follow me,
Answer my call and I’ll set you free.’

I am the Voice in the wind and the pouring rain,
I am the Voice of your hunger and pain;
I am the Voice that always is calling you,
I am the Voice – I will remain

I am the Voice in the fields when the summer’s gone,
The dance of the leaves when the autumn winds blow;
Ne’er do I sleep throughout all the cold winter long;
I am the force that in the springtime will grow.

I am the Voice of the past that will always be,
Filled with my sorrows and blood in my fields;
I am the Voice of the future…
Bring me your peace, bring me your peace, and my wounds they will heal

I am the Voice in the wind and the pouring rain,
I am the Voice of your hunger and pain;
I am the Voice that always is calling you,
I am the Voice

I am the Voice in the past that will always be
I am the Voice of your hunger and pain;
I am the Voice of the future…
I am the Voice… I am the Voice…I am the Voice… I am the Voice.