Julie Fowlis - Smèorach Chlann Dòmhnaill
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- čas přidán 15. 02. 2018
- From the album "alterum" by the Scottish folk singer Julie Fowlis.
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Hoilibheag hilibheag hò-aill-il ò,
Hoilibheag hilibheag hò-rò ì,
Hoilibheag hilibheag hò-aill-il ò,
Smeòrach le Clann Dòmhnaill mì.
Smeòrach mis' air ùrlar Phaibil
Crùbadh ann an dùsal cadail,
Gun deòrachd a thèid na 's fhaide,
Truimid mo bhròn, thòirleum m' aigne.
Smeòrach mis' air mullach beinne
'G amharc grèin' is speuran soilleir;
Thig mi stòlda chòir na coille -
Bidh mi beò air treòdas eile.
Ma mholas gach eun a thìr fèin
Cuim thar èis nach moladh mise
Tìr nan curaidh, tìr nan cliar,
An tìr bhiadhchar, fhialaidh mhiosail?
'N tìr nach caol ri cois na mara,
An tìr ghaolach, chaomhnach, channach,
An tìr laoghach, uanach, mheannach:
Tìr an arain, bhainneach, mhealach.
An Cladh Chomhghain mise rugadh,
'N Àird an Rùnair fhuair mi togail,
Fradharc a' chuain uaibhrich chuislich,
Nan stuagh guanach cluaineach cluiceach.
Measg Chlann Dòmhnaill fhuair mi m' altrum -
Buidheann nan seòl 's nan sròl daithe,
Nan long luath air chuantaibh farsaing,
Aiteam nach ciùin rùsgadh ghlaslann.
Thanks! Do you know if there's an English translation?
@@NiennaFan1 I used Google Translate, copied-pasted. But every word can't be correct because there were some strange things that didn't make sense. :)
Ann Lawson I don’t see any English translation, google or otherwise
@@NiennaFan1 I shared that I copied and pasted it into Google Translate so you could try doing the same thing. Since you didn't try it, here's what my Google Translate came up with... but many words can NOT be correct! And some are pretty funny!
All-terrestrial hoverfly
Hi-fi hoverfly
All-terrestrial hoverfly
A flock of Clan Donald.
Enchant me on the floor of Paible
A crouching sleep,
Best wishes go further,
Truth my sorrow, my mind has come.
Shame on me on top of a mountain
'Watching the sun' and the clear skies;
I will come, kindly, to the forest -
I shall live on another thesis.
If every bird praises his own land
Trust me not to praise myself
The land of heroes, the land of the Cliar,
The lowly, generous and humble land?
The land which is not narrow by the sea,
A loving, loving and thoughtful land.
The loamy, green, middle land:
The land of bread, diarrhea, honey.
The Burial Ground I was born in,
In the Secretary's Secret I was given a lift,
Prospect of the proud ocean,
If they have a cozy, snuggly gown.
Clan Donald mask I received my nurse -
Body of sails and sails,
In their swift ship on the wide,
Something that will not calm a vegetable shearing.
Go raibh míle maith agat a Dion :-)
Go hálainn a chara deas, seo é ceol mo chlann Mac Dhómhnail
Nice ❤ hello from Germany
I'from Poland, this language and song is magic, please save this language :)
absolutely!
I do not understand. How is this beautiful music not discovered by many others. I don't understand a word of the language but I can't help but be captured by the rhythm and elegant grace. So why haven't others discovered this treasure?
michael chambers the original song has more ,this is a copy pasted video
Thanks Crystal Kitty. I'm glad to see her work is widely appreciated as it should be.
Thanks Crystal Kitty. I'm glad that her work is widely appreciated.
Because Scottish Gaelic, has been stolen from us. I don’t understand how we are not learning it in school, it’s ridiculous, it’s OUR NANTIONAL TONGUE 💔💔💔
Because Scottish Gaelic, has been stolen from us. I don’t understand how we are not learning it in school, it’s ridiculous, it’s OUR NATIONAL TONGUE 💔🏴💔🏴💔🏴💔
I am in love of this song ♡
❤so beautiful 😍 go on like this
A song of praise for land and lineage that ends with a lightly veiled warning. (See lyrics and translation.)
This is so wonderful... Beautiful :)
Pure Perfection !
Bard's tale 4 baby!!!
Haha, I discovered this after I read the name of the song from game´s OST x)
Beautiful song!
Beautiful song
Tha Gàidhlig glè bhrèagha!!
Tha sin fìor!
Tha julie sgoinneil breagha agus sgoinneil. Tha i glè mhath agus tha Uist às
Tuath, Alba
Tha sin fìor; tha Julie sgoinneil. :)
Seo Gaidhlig - feasgar math !
Feasgar math!
Lyrics and Translation
"Smeorach Chlann Domhnaill (The Mavis Of Clan Donald)"
Hoilibheag hilibheag hò-aill-il ò,
Hoilibheag hilibheag hò-rò ì,
Hoilibheag hilibheag hò-aill-il ò,
Smeòrach le Clann Dòmhnaill mì.
Smeòrach mis’ air ùrlar Phaibil
Crùbadh ann an dùsal cadail,
Gun deòrachd a thèid na ’s fhaide,
Truimid mo bhròn, thòirleum m’ aigne.
Smeòrach mis’ air mullach beinne
’G amharc grèin’ is speuran soilleir;
Thig mi stòlda chòir na coille -
Bidh mi beò air treòdas eile.
Ma mholas gach eun a thìr fèin
Cuim thar èis nach moladh mise
Tìr nan curaidh, tìr nan cliar,
An tìr bhiadhchar, fhialaidh mhiosail?
‘N tìr nach caol ri cois na mara,
An tìr ghaolach, chaomhnach, channach,
An tìr laoghach, uanach, mheannach:
Tìr an arain, bhainneach, mhealach.
An Cladh Chomhghain mise rugadh,
’N Àird an Rùnair fhuair mi togail,
Fradharc a’ chuain uaibhrich chuislich,
Nan stuagh guanach cluaineach cluiceach.
Measg Chlann Dòmhnaill fhuair mi m’ altrum -
Buidheann nan seòl ’s nan sròl daithe,
Nan long luath air chuantaibh farsaing,
Aiteam nach ciùin rùsgadh ghlaslann.
[Translation:]
Hoilibheag hilibheag hò-aill-il ò,
Hoilibheag hilibheag hò-rò ì,
Hoilibheag hilibheag hò-aill-il ò,
A thrush of Clan Donald am I.
A mavis I on Paible's flat,
Huddled in a drowse of sleep,
Without misery that can go farther
My sorrow is the heavier (therefore) my spirit has fallen.
A mavis I on a mountain top,
Watching sun and cloudless skies;
Softly I approach the forest -
I shall live in other wise.
If every bird praises its own land
Why then should not I?
Land of heroes, land of poets
The abundant, hospitable, estimable land.
The land not narrow near the sea,
The delectable, mild, comely land,
The land of calves and lambs and kids,
The land of bread and milk and honey.
ln Comgan's Churchyard I was born,
In Àird an Runnair I was reared,
In sight of the proud throbbing sea,
Of the sportive, fickle, playful waves.
Among Clan Donald I was nursed,
They of of sails and coloured banners
Of swift ships on wide seas
A people not mild when baring grey blades.
wow
Vakkert
😯😍😍
Is it weird that I can sing this song without the lyrics, not sing sing coz I don't even no what I'm saying or what she's singing but I remember I had a 28min mix of hers and this was among my favourite songs. And since they were in a mix I didn't know the name until today😯😍😍
Hahaha I am singing along right now as well. Well at least Im trying to make the sounds :D
My chlannDhomhnuill are the basis of western culture
Weird thing to say. It obviously is not true.
Does anyone know the chords? Or tab, or sheet music??
no joy without clan donald. The celtic gaels are the basis for all western civilisation. From art to poetry. Philosophy to science. We started it all
That is too much to claim. Celts did not start it all.
@@JaapVanderHorst Exactly, LOL.
The Romans beat us to the engineering, lad. And hierarchy (although honestly, they went way too far).
You're claiming too much here buddy
@@ilcondottierocartografo6770 🤣👍
Do you do 'the rocks of Bourne'? I love bravehearts girlfriend .always have . And , I want to marry her....