U osvitu modrom galija jedna,
Tog dalekog leta Gospodnjeg,
Sva bela je digla pod oblak jedra
I čekala vetar za dalek svet

I sinjim morem ploviće
I Kelte hrabre povešće
U osvitu modrom galija jedna
Dalekog leta Gospodnjeg

To oružje svetlo, mačevi sjajni
Kroz vale pesma čula se
Sad plove ka gazu, granici tajni
Sudbini svojoj bliže se

I pesnici ode spevaće
I bogovi mudre čuvaće
Sad purpurom plovi galija jedna
Dalekog leta Gospodnjeg

Sa sunčanim lugom, Balorom mračnim
Velike bitke vodiše
Još pamti i more, pobedu silnu,
Kraljici svojoj doneše.

I pesma je morem plovila
I bogove moći slavila
U osvitu modrom, lađa se jedna
Kraljevstvu svome vraćala
Još legenda čuva hrabrost i tajnu
Velikih keltskih ratnika

English Translation

Galley

In the blue sunrise there was once a galley
On that long ago God’s summer’s day,
She raised the white mainsail under the clouds
And waited for the wind to go to the far away land

And she will sail the big sea
And bring the brave Kelts with her
In the blue sunrise there was once a galley
On that long ago God’s summer’s day

Those light weapons, and the shining swords
You could hear the song through the waves
Now they’re sailing towards Gaza, to the secret borders
They’re getting closer to their destiny

And the poets will compose new song
And will protect the wise gods
Now the purple galley is sailing
On the long ago God’s summer’s day

With the sunny meadows and the dark Balor
The big battles that they had
(The warriors) They still remember the sea, and brought
The victory of the battle to their Queen.

And the sea was singing the sea
And she celebrated the powerful Gods
In the blue sunrise, there was once a ship
That returned to it’s Kingdom
The legend still keeps the secrets and courage of the
Big Keltic warriors

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In the merry month of June from my home I started
Left the girls of Tuam nearly broken hearted
Saluted father dear kissed me darlin’ mother
Drank a pint of beer me grief and tears to smother
Then off to reap the corn, leave where I was born
Cut a stout black thorn to banish ghost and goblins
Brand new pair of brogues rattled o’er the bogs
Frightened all the dogs on rocky road to Dublin

Chorus:
One two three four five
Hunt the hare and turn her down the rocky road
And all the way to Dublin whack fol lol de ra

In Mullingar that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning light and airy
Took a drop of the pure to keep my heart from sinking
That’s an Irish cure whene’er he’s on for drinking
To see the lasses smile, laughing all the while
At my curious style, t’would set your heart a-bubbling
Ax’d if I was hired, wages I required
I was almost tired on rocky road to Dublin

In Dublin next arrived I thought it such a pity
To be so soon deprived a view of that fine city
Then I took a stroll among the quality
Bundle it was stolen in a neat locality
Something crossed my mind, then I looked behind
No bundle could I find upon me stick a-wobblin’
Enquiring for the rogue, said me Connaught brogue
Wasn’t much in vogue on rocky road to Dublin

From there I got away my spirits never failing
Landed on the quay as the ship was sailing
Captain at me roared, said that no room had he
When I jumped aboard, a cabin found for Paddy
Down among the pigs, Played some funny rigs
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin’
Off to Holyhead, wished myself was dead
Or better far, instead, on rocky road to Dublin

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed
Called myself a fool, I could no longer stand it
Blood began to boil, temper I was losin’
Poor old Erin’s isle they began abusin’
“Hurrah!” me soul says, my shillelagh I let fly
Galway boys were by, saw I was a hobble in
Then with a loud Hurrah, joined in affray
Quickly cleared the way, on rocky road to Dublin

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Trnovit put do Dablina

Od kuće sam krenuo veselog meseca juna
Gotovo slomljenih srca ostavio devojke Tuama
Pozdravio dragog tatu, poljubio mamu dragu
Flašu piva popio da utopim suze i tugu
Onda otišao da pokosim žito, napustim rodno mesto
Da oteram zle duhove, posekao trnjinu
Potpuno nove cipele kloparale su preko močvare
Poplašio sam sve kerove na stenovitom putu ka Dablinu

Refren:
Jedan dva tri četiri pet
Lovio sam zečicu i oderao je na tom stenovitom putu
I čitavim putem do Dablina, tra la la la la

Te noći u Malingaru, odmorih umorne
Sledećeg jutra s prvim svetlom probudih se čio i veseo
Popih kapljicu čistog da od propasti sačuvam srce
To je irski lek kad god je vreme za cuganje
Da vidim devojke kako se smeškaju, svo se vreme smejući
Mom retkom stilu, od kog ti srce zaigra
Da me pitaju da li sam zauzet, koliko tražim para
Skoro da sam se umorio, na trnovitom putu ka Dablinu

Onda sam stigao u Dablin, pomislio sam baš je šteta
Što ću uskoro biti lišen tog lepog gradskog prizora
Onda sam se prošetao tom divotom
Ukrali su mi zavežljaj na jednoj zgodnoj lokaciji
Nešto mi je palo na pamet, pa sam iza sebe pogledao
Zavežljaj se više nije na mom štapu klatio
Tražim lopova, rekoh sa Konot naglaskom
Nije baš bio u modi, na trnovitom putu ka Dablinu

Odatle sam otišao u dobrom raspoloženju
Dok je brod plovio našao se na keju
Kapetan je na mene urlao, za mene nema mesta on je rekao
Kad sam na brod uskočio, našla se kabina za Irca
Dole među svinjama, šale sam zbijao
Otplesao par plesova, voda je oko mene žuborila
Na putu ka Holihedu, poželeo sam da me nema
Ili još bolje, da sam umesto toga na putu ka Dablinu

Liverpulski momci, kad smo se bezbedno iskrcali,
Nazvali su me budalom, nisam to više mogao podneti
Krv mi je uzavrela, izgubio sam živce
Jadan mali Erins Ajl, počeli su da me maltretiraju
“Ura!” rekoh ja, poleteće moja batina
Golvejski momci su bili u blizini, videli da sam u neprilici
A onda uz povik Ura!, pridružili se tuči
Brzo smo raščistili put na trnovitom putu ka Dablinu

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In Banbridge Town in the County Down
One morning last July,
Down a boreen green came a sweet colleen
And she smiled as she passed me by.
She looked so sweet from her two bare feet
To the sheen of her nut brown hair.
Such a coaxing elf, sure I shook myself
For to see I was really there.

[Chorus]
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Quay and
From Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I’ve seen like the brown colleen
That I met in the County Down.

As she onward sped, sure I scratched my head,
And I looked with a feelin’ rare,
And I say’s, say’s I, to a passer-by,
“Who’s the maid with the nut brown hair”?
He smiled at me and he says, say’s he,
“That’s the gem of Ireland’s crown.
It’s Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She’s the star of the County Down”.

[Chorus]

At the Harvest Fair she’ll be surely there
And I’ll dress in my Sunday clothes,
With my shoes shone bright and my hat cocked
Right for a smile from my nut brown rose.
No pipe I’ll smoke, no horse I’ll yoke
Till my plough turns rust colored brown.
Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.

[Chorus]

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Zvezda grofovije Daun

U Banbridž gradu u grofoviji Daun
Jednog jutra prošlog jula,
Zelenim putićem dođe jedna slatka deva
I nasmešila se dok je kraj mene prolazila
Sve je na njoj bilo slatko, od bosih stopala
Do sjajne kose boje oraha
Kakva zavodljiva šumska vila, protresao sam se
Da bih se uverio da to zapravo dešavalo se.

[Refren]
Od Bantri zaliva do Deri keja i
Od Galveja do Grada Dablina,
Nijedna deva koju sam ikada video nije bila kao ta brineta
Koju sam sreo u grofoviji Daun.

Dok je dalje žurila, po glavi sam se počešao,
I s nekim retkim osećanjem se zgledao,
I rekao, jednom prolazniku rekao,
“Ko je ta deva kose boje oraha”?
Nasmešio mi se i rekao, reče on,
“To je dragulj irske krune.
To je Rouzi Makan sa obale reke Ban,
Ona je zvezda grofovije Daun”.

[Refren]

Na žetvenom vašaru ona će sigurno biti
A ja ću svoje nedeljno odelo obući,
Sa uglancanim cipelama i nakrivljenom kapom
Za osmeh moje smeđe ruže spreman.
Neću lulu pušiti, neću konja upregnuti
Dok moj plug boju rđe ne dobije.
Dok kao nasmešena mlada, kraj mog ognjišta
Ne bude sedela zvezda grofovije Daun.

[Refren]

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At the crack of the dawn thunder and lightning crossed the way
The shadow of knight waited to see the bright light of the day
Nobody saw his bitter tears through the dark veil of rain
The river of blood under his feet run wild again and again

The green roses will grow
While green fields turn to red
Only memory remains
Of hero and his faith

He just stood and he stared with a sword in his hand
Under the bridge of rainbow’s gold he fought for his land
The black crow stole his destiny and flew from the cross
Flyin’ high, goin’ so far to take his soul away

Prevod pesme

Zelene ruže

U cik zore, munja i grom put presekoše
Senka viteza svetlo dana čekaše
Kroz taj crni kišni veo njegove suze niko nije video
Reka krvi pod njegovim nogama opet je tekla ludo

Zelene ruže će rasti
Dok zelena polja crvena postaju
Samo sećanja ostaju
Na heroja i njegovu veru

On je samo sa mačem u ruci stajao i zurio
Ispod mosta duginog blaga za svoju zemlju se borio
Crna vrana sudbinu mu je ukrala i sa krsta odletela
Letela visoko, njegovu dušu odnela daleko

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