Paroles Sráid An Chloig de Solas

Textes et Paroles de Sráid An Chloig

Ní minic a chuimhním anois ort

Ach inniú lá do bhreithe

Braithim uaim ceirnín do ghutha

Gona h-aorian clamhsáin

Is do chroí athláimhe

Gona chlúdach stróicthe

Dialaim dúnta do mhothúchán



D'fhanas deich neomat ar shráid an chloig

Ag comhaireamh neomat ar neomat

Go doicheallach stuacach a máirseáil tharam

Ar shála árda ar shráid an chloig



Ceolann an bháisteach fonn deor

A éilíonn focail

Is mo scórnach slóchta ag slaghdán

Níl nóta im' cheann

Is a chroí aonphoirt

Gona mhéara aclaí

Chughainn arís séasur foghlama



D'fhanas deich neomat ar shráid an chloig

Ag comhaireamh neomat ar neomat

Go doicheallach stuacach a máirseáil tharam

Ar shála árda ar shráid an chloig



('Tisn't often I think of you these days

But today on your birthday

I miss the record of your voice

With its one-track of complaining

And your second-hand heart

With its torn cover

The closed collection of your feelings



I waited ten minutes on the street of the clock

Counting minute by minute

Grudgingly, stuck upedly marching past me

On high heels, on clock street



The rain plays a tear-tune

That calls for words

And my throat choked with a cold

There isn't a note in my head

And oh my heart of the one tune

With its athletic fingers

Here we go again with the learning season



I waited ten minutes on the street of the clock

Counting minute by minute

Grudgingly, stuck upedly marching past me

On high heels, on clock street)

C'était les paroles de Sráid An Chloig
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