Cé tú féin, a strainséar chaoin?
Cé tú féin?
An lách no dian
Do bhuille thréan?
Cé tú féin?
Ar tháinig tú ó i bhfad gcéin?
Aniar aduaidh, anoir aneas?
Ar tháinig tú ó fuacht nó teas?
Cé tú féin?
Tar isteach, a strainséar righin
Tar isteach
Suí chun boird
Ól braon di
Nó lig do scíth
'S inis dúinn an fáth go bhfuil
Do aghaidh chiúin uaigneach dorcha
An fáth go bhfuil do shúile lán le cuamha
Cé tú féin, a strainséar chaoin?
Cé tú féin?
An lách no dian
Do bhuille thréan?
Cé tú féin?
Ar tháinig tú ó i bhfad gcéin?
Aniar aduaidh, anoir aneas?
Ar tháinig tú ó fuacht nó teas?
Cé tú féin?
'S im' chuisle
I gcuideachta órga 's draíochta
Im' lorg i leabaidh
I leabhar mór gach míosa
Ní thagaim níor tháinig mé riamh
Ar an ní a bhí uaim
'S i ngleannta
I gcoillte le scaipeadh na síolta
Mé thuas seal 's thíos seal
Le suaitheadh gach oíche
Ní bhraithim níor bhraith mé riamh
An ní a bhí uaim
Slán agat, a strainséar chaoin
Slán agat
'S guíom gach rath
'S sonas ort amach anseo
'S beidh fáilte romhat 'riamh i m' chroí
Cé uaigneach cé sonasach
Cé meangadh mór na gréine ar do aghaidh
Cé tú féin?
An lách no dian
Do bhuille thréan?
Cé tú féin?
Ar tháinig tú ó i bhfad gcéin?
Aniar aduaidh, anoir aneas?
Ar tháinig tú ó fuacht nó teas?
Cé tú féin?
Tar isteach, a strainséar righin
Tar isteach
Suí chun boird
Ól braon di
Nó lig do scíth
'S inis dúinn an fáth go bhfuil
Do aghaidh chiúin uaigneach dorcha
An fáth go bhfuil do shúile lán le cuamha
Cé tú féin, a strainséar chaoin?
Cé tú féin?
An lách no dian
Do bhuille thréan?
Cé tú féin?
Ar tháinig tú ó i bhfad gcéin?
Aniar aduaidh, anoir aneas?
Ar tháinig tú ó fuacht nó teas?
Cé tú féin?
'S im' chuisle
I gcuideachta órga 's draíochta
Im' lorg i leabaidh
I leabhar mór gach míosa
Ní thagaim níor tháinig mé riamh
Ar an ní a bhí uaim
'S i ngleannta
I gcoillte le scaipeadh na síolta
Mé thuas seal 's thíos seal
Le suaitheadh gach oíche
Ní bhraithim níor bhraith mé riamh
An ní a bhí uaim
Slán agat, a strainséar chaoin
Slán agat
'S guíom gach rath
'S sonas ort amach anseo
'S beidh fáilte romhat 'riamh i m' chroí
Cé uaigneach cé sonasach
Cé meangadh mór na gréine ar do aghaidh
Contributed by Dq82 - 2018/6/4 - 18:12
Language: English
English Translation da celticlyricscorner.net
Who are you, kind stranger?
Who are you?
Are you gentle or aggressive
Since your traumatic ordeal?
Who are you?
And did you come from far away?
From west from north, from east from south?
Did you come from cold or from heat?
Who are you?
Come in, tense stranger
Come in
Sit by the table
Have a drink
Or have a rest
And tell us the reason why
Your quiet face is dark and lonely
Why your eyes are full of sadness
Who are you, kind stranger?
Who are you?
Are you gentle or aggressive
Since your traumatic ordeal?
Who are you?
And did you come from far away?
From west from north, from east from south?
Did you come from cold or from heat?
Who are you?
In my pulse
In magical, golden company
In my footstep, in beds
In the great book of every months
I don't arrive or ever come upon
What's essential for my needs
And in valleys
In forests with the scattering of seeds
I fill with hope and then deposit
With each night's storm
I don't feel and I have never felt
What's essential for my needs
And good-bye, gentle stranger
Good-bye for now
And I wish you every success
And happiness from here on in
And you will always be welcome inside this heart
Whether lonely, whether happy
Whether the sun's wide smile is on your face
Who are you?
Are you gentle or aggressive
Since your traumatic ordeal?
Who are you?
And did you come from far away?
From west from north, from east from south?
Did you come from cold or from heat?
Who are you?
Come in, tense stranger
Come in
Sit by the table
Have a drink
Or have a rest
And tell us the reason why
Your quiet face is dark and lonely
Why your eyes are full of sadness
Who are you, kind stranger?
Who are you?
Are you gentle or aggressive
Since your traumatic ordeal?
Who are you?
And did you come from far away?
From west from north, from east from south?
Did you come from cold or from heat?
Who are you?
In my pulse
In magical, golden company
In my footstep, in beds
In the great book of every months
I don't arrive or ever come upon
What's essential for my needs
And in valleys
In forests with the scattering of seeds
I fill with hope and then deposit
With each night's storm
I don't feel and I have never felt
What's essential for my needs
And good-bye, gentle stranger
Good-bye for now
And I wish you every success
And happiness from here on in
And you will always be welcome inside this heart
Whether lonely, whether happy
Whether the sun's wide smile is on your face
Contributed by Dq82 - 2018/6/4 - 18:13
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