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[morax]

"Kalinka"

Επίσης το συγκεκριμένο παραδοσιακό τραγούδι παιζει στα ημιχρονα των εντος αγώνων της Chelsea FC !! Και ποιός είναι πρόεδρος της Τσέλσι α?

 

[tsokis]

Γιώργος Βιδάλης
Τι σε μέλλει εσένανε

Τι σε μέλλει εσένανε
από πού είμαι εγώ
απ' το Καραντάσι φως μου
ή απ' το Κορδελιό

Τι σε μέλλει εσένανε
κι όλο με ρωτάς
από ποιο χωριό είμαι εγώ
αφού δε μ' αγαπάς

Απ' τον τόπο που είμαι εγώ
ξέυρουν ν' αγαπούν
ξεύρουν τον καημό να κρύβουν
ξεύρουν να γλεντούν

Τι σε μέλλει εσένανε
κι όλο με ρωτάς
από ποιο χωριό είμαι εγώ
αφού δε μ' αγαπάς

Τι σε μέλλει εσένανε
κι όλο με ρωτάς
αφού δε με λυπάσαι φως μου
και με τυραγνάς

Τι σε μέλλει εσένανε
κι όλο με ρωτάς
από ποιο χωριό είμαι εγώ
αφού δε μ' αγαπάς

Απ' τη Σμύρνη έρχομαι
να βρω παρηγοριά
να βρω μες στην Αθήνα μας
αγάπη κι αγκαλιά

Τι σε μέλλει εσένανε
κι όλο με ρωτάς
από ποιο χωριό είμαι εγώ
αφού δε μ' αγαπάς

[Karaμazoβ]

The Field of Athenry

By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young girl calling:
"Michael, they have taken you away,
For you stole Trevelyn's corn,
So the young might see the morn.
Now a prison ship lies waiting in the bay."

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely prison wall,
I heard a young man calling
"Nothing matters, Mary, when you're free
Against the famine and the crown,
I rebelled, they cut me down.
Now you must raise our child with dignity."

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

By a lonely harbor wall,
She watched the last star falling
As the prison ship sailed out against the sky
For she lived to hope and pray
For her love in Botany Bay
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.

Low lie the fields of Athenry
Where once we watched the small free birds fly
Our love was on the wing
We had dreams and songs to sing
It's so lonely round the fields of Athenry.


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fields_of_Athenry

[Wade]

Πολύ ωραίο τραγούδι

[eddie]

Μια και το αρχίσαμε...


Molly Malone

In Dublin's fair city,
where the girls are so pretty,
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

"Alive, alive, oh,
Alive, alive, oh",
Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh".

She was a fishmonger,
And sure 'twas no wonder,
For so were her father and mother before,
And they each wheeled their barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"

(chorus)

She died of a fever,
And no one could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
Now her ghost wheels her barrow,
Through streets broad and narrow,
Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"



http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Molly_Malone

[Karaμazoβ]

Πολύ ωραίο τραγούδι

στην Ιρλανδια ολα αυτα τις ημερες του Αγ.Πατρικίου παίζανε στο repeat...

[Social_waste]

In Banbridge Town in the County Down
One morning last July,
From 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,
"Whose the maid with the nut brown hair"?
He smiled at me and he says's, say's he,
"That's the gem of Ireland's crown.
Young Rosie McCann from the banks of the Bann,
She's the star of the County Down".

Chorus:
From Bantry Bay up to Derry Ouay and
From Galway to Dublin Town,
No maid I've seen like the fair colleen
That I met in the County Down.

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 coloured brown.
Till a smiling bride, by my own fireside
Sits the star of the County Down.

[Wade]

Scarborough Fair

Are you goin to scarborough fair? parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine

Tell her to make me a cambric shirt, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Without no seams nor needlework, then shell be a true love of mine

Tell her to find me an acre of land, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Between the salt water and the sea strand, then shell be a true love of mine

Tell her to reap it in a sickle of leather, parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
And to gather it all in a bunch of heather, then shell be a true love of mine

Are you goin to scarborough fair? parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme
Remember me to one who lives there, she once was a true love of mine

[Karaμazoβ]

και μια διασκευη που ακουω συχνα αυτες τις μερες


<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10agPj0Vzu4" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=10agPj0Vzu4</a>

[Karaμazoβ]

The Rocky Road to Dublin

In the merry month of June from me home I started,
Left the girls of Tuam so sad and broken hearted,
Saluted Father dear, kissed me darling 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 blackthorn to banish ghosts and goblins;
In a brand new pair of brogues to rattle o'er the bogs
And frighten all the dogs on the 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 la de rah!

In Mullingan that night I rested limbs so weary
Started by daylight next morning bright and early
Took a drop of the pure to keep me heart from sinking;
That's a Paddy's cure whenever he's on drinking
See the lassies smile, laughing all the while
At me darlin' style, 'twould set your heart a bubblin'
Asked me was I hired, wages I required
Till I was almost tired of the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus)

In Dublin next arrived, I thought it'd be a pity
To be soon deprived a view of that fine city.
So then I took a stroll, all among the quality;
Me bundle it was stole, all in a neat locality.
Something crossed me mind, when I looked behind,
No bundle could I find upon me stick a wobblin'
Enquiring for the rogue, they said me Connaught brogue
Wasn't much in vogue on the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus)

From there I got away, me spirits never failing,
Landed on the quay, just as the ship was sailing.
The 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 hearty rigs,
Danced some hearty jigs, the water round me bubblin';
When off Holyhead wished meself was dead,
Or better for instead on the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus)

The boys of Liverpool, when we safely landed,
Called meself a fool, I could no longer stand it.
Blood began to boil, temper I was losing;
Poor old Erin's Isle they began abusing.
"Hurrah me soul!" says I, shillelagh I let fly.
Some Galway boys were nigh and saw I was a hobblin',
With a loud "hurray!" joined in the affray.
We quickly cleared the way for the rocky road to Dublin,

(Chorus)



<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCoUj3kSwrc" target="_blank">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mCoUj3kSwrc</a>