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Armageddon. Part One - The Winds of the West
The skies of Troy are always bright,
The sun has no veil,
But I am longing for the light
That’s cold and pale.
I am born to be a princess high
Of marbles stony-white
I’d rather dead in coffin lie
A pale, cold bride.
But the winds of the west
Call me secretly in
Where they live and they rest,
And I dream.
But the winds of the west
Wobble wistfully while
I am waiting for them
And I cry.
I am waiting for the two white birds
That take me on their wings
And get me to the land that hurts
By its melodious strings.
I would be dancing in the streams
Of cold mountain lake,
I would be singing of my dreams
To the pearl-feathered drake.
But the winds of the west
Call me secretly in
Where they live and they rest,
And I dream.
But the winds of the west
Wobble wistfully while
I am waiting for them
And I cry.
The drake would turn into a man
With blue and restless eyes
And he would guide me through this land
That in the ocean lies.
And from the people of the world
We’d hide under the veil
And our song would be unheard,
And beautiful, and pale.
But the winds of the west
Call me secretly in
Where they live and they rest,
And I dream.
But the winds of the west
Wobble wistfully while
I am waiting for them
And I cry.
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The Foggy Dew
07:12
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The Foggy Dew
As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I,
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its dread tatoo,
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell,
Rang out through the Foggy Dew.
Right proudly high over Dublin town
They hung out the flag of war,
'Twas better to die' neath an Irish sky
Than at Sulva or at Sud el Bar;
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through,
While Britannia's Huns, with their great big guns,
Sailed in through the Foggy Dew.
But the bravest fell, and the requiems bell
Rang mournfully and clear,
For those who died that Easter tide,
In the springtime of the year;
While the world did gaze with deep amaze,
At those fearless men but few,
Who bore the fight, that freedom's light
Might shine through the Foggy Dew.
Who bore the fight, that freedom's light
Might shine through the Foggy Dew.
'Twas England blade our Wild Geese go,
That small nations might be free,
But their lonely graves are by Sulva's waves
Or the fringe of the Great North Sea
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side
Or fought with Cathal Brughe,
Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep
'Neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew.
Their names we'd keep where the Fenians sleep
'Neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew.
As down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I,
There armed lines of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its dread tatoo,
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey swell,
Rang out through the Foggy Dew.
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The Skye Boat Song
05:56
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The Skye Boat Sond
Speed bonnie boat, like a bird on the wing,
Onward the sailors cry!
Carry the lad that is born to be king,
Over the sea to Skye!
Loud the winds howl, loud the waves roar,
Thunderclaps rend the air,
Baffled our foes stand on the shore,
Follow they will not dare.
Thougt the waves leap, soft shall ye sleep,
Ocean's a royal bed;
Rocked in the deep, Flora will keep
Watch by your weary head.
Many's the lad fought on the day,
Well the claymore could wield
When the night came, silently lay
Dead on Culliden's field.
Burned are our homes, exile and death
Scatter the loyal men;
Yet, e'es the sword cool in the sheath,
Charlie will come again.
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Jack & Jill
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Jack & Jill
Jack:
When the candles are out,
When it's cold at night
You walk by and about
With your lanterning light.
With your knife in the raincoat,
With the night in your eyes.
With your dog hard to hold
For it breaks any ties.
Jill & Hunters:
Faithful dog is your bliss
And farewell is your kiss,
Fair wind is your kin,
Fairy witch is your queen.
Jill:
When the candles are out
All the cats become grey.
I'm leaving the crowd
At the end of the day.
With me wisp and my willow,
With my wit and my will
Moving home in chill
To my side of the hill.
Jack & Hunters:
Winding songs are your road,
Witches flame is your coat,
Wicked cat is your soul,
Wandering man is your goal.
Storyteller:
Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill went tumbling after.
Up Jack got and home did trot
As fast as he could caper.
Went to bed and plastered his head
With winegar and brown paper.
Jack and Jill went up the hill
As fast as he could caper.
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill went tumbling after.
Wizard:
Hey man, you're enchanted,
The story's a spell.
If you but believe it,
You go to hell.
Hey man, there's no meaning,
The story's a trap.
I'll count till four and you'll wake up.
One, two, three and four!
Inner Voice:
Pss! Hey, come om, pal, wake up!
Jack:
Winding songs are your road,
Jill:
Faithful dogs is your bliss.
Jack:
Witches flame is your coat
Hunters:
And farewell is your kiss.
Jack:
Wicked cat is your soul,
Jill:
Fair wind is your kin.
Jack:
Wandering man is your goal,
Hunters:
Fairy witch is your queen.
Jack & Jill:
When we're up to the hilt,
When your sword is in pain.
When me creatures are killed
And bewitchment's in vain.
Take the words from my mouth
And we'll climb up the hill.
There's hidden a house
Both for Jack and for Jill.
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Белый дым / White Smoke
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Белый дым
Над рекой - белый дым, да к воде мой след,
И в ладони чиста ладонь.
Засыпал молодым, просыпался - сед,
Расставался - не знал о том,
Что из этих глаз как в первый раз
Брызнет солнце по ветру и ветвям.
На воде - круги, я вернусь другим
С первым солнцем из этих глаз.
Уводили следы в голубую рань,
Где повис над рекой туман.
Уходил - молодым, возвращался - пьян,
Засыпал, просыпался - пьян.
А из этих глаз как в первый раз
Разольётся вечерняя роса.
В свой ночной рукав заберёт река
Первый ливень из этих глаз.
И, как в первый ливень роса,
В глаза реки посмотрят эти глаза,
И отразятся в моих глазах.
И подснежники первые,
И мать-и-мачеха с вербою -
Всё сольётся этим утром
В первый свой поцелуй.
Новым дымом горит береста,
Новый день приливает к вискам,
Это значит - снова весна.
Над рекой - белый дым, от воды до дна,
И в ладони чиста ладонь.
Расцветают следы, где пройдет она -
Вся в зелёном и золотом.
И из этих глаз, как в первый раз
Ветер вынесет новое крыло.
По застывшей воде брызнет новый день -
Первым солнцем из этих глаз.
Над рекой - белый дым, да к воде мой след,
И в ладони чиста ладонь.
На воде - круги, я вернусь другим
С первым солнцем из этих глаз.
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Душа моя, Молли
В ирландских кварталах красоток немало,
Но всех их прелестнее Молли Мэлоун.
Она у причала форель продавала,
Вовсю распевала: "Элайв, элайв, о".
Элайв, элайв, о.
Плечами качала,
Элайв, элайв, о!
Довольно скитаться, решил я остаться
В объятиях ласковой Молли Мэлоун.
Мы вместе гуляли, форель продавали
И тачку толкали, элайв, элайв, о.
Элайв, элайв, о.
Мы вместе гуляли,
Элайв, элайв, о!
Но голод - не тётка, слегла от чахотки
И к маю преставилась Молли Мэлоун.
Теперь на причале, не зная печали,
Душа её бродит, элайв, элайв, о.
Элайв, элайв, о.
Душа моя, Молли,
Элайв, элайв, о!
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Happy Townland Suite - I. The Town
There's many a strong farmer
Whose heart would break in two
If he could see the townland
That we are riding to;
Boughs have their fruit and bossom
At all times of the year,
Rivers are running over
With red beer and brown beer.
And old man plays the bagpipes
In the golden and silver wood,
Queens, their eyes blue like the ice,
Are dancing in a crowd.
The little fox he murmured,
"O, what is the world's bane?"
The sun was laughing sweetly,
The moon plucked at my rein;
But the little red fox murmured,
"O, do not pluck at his rein,
He is ridind to the townland
That is the world's bane."
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II. Distant Lands
03:23
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