The Celts lyrics

Hi-ri, Hi-ro, Hi-ri.
Hoireann is O, ha hi, ra ha, ra ho ra.
Hoireann is O, ha hi, ra ha, ra ha ra.
Hi-ri, Hi-ra, Hi-ri.

Saol na saol,
Tús go deireadh.
Tá muid beo
Go deo.

Saol na saol,
Tús go deireadh.
Tá muid beo
Go deo.

Hi-ri, Hi-ra, Hi-ri,
Hoireann is O, ho hi, ra ha, ra ha ra.

(Translation
Life of lives,
Beginning to the end.
We are alive
Forever.

Life of lives,

Aldebaran
(Dedicated to Ridley Scott)

Codladh Fada Long Sleep

Codladh Domhain Deep Sleep

Éirigh! Amharc síos Rise! Look down

Aldebaran. Aldebaran. (1)

Siúl liom trí an réalta dearg. Walk with me
through the red stars

Deireadh, deireadh an Turas The end, end of the journey

Language: English

Dawn breaks; there is blue in the sky.
Your face before me though I don't know why.
Thoughts disappearing like tears from the Moon.
Waiting here, as I sit by the stone,
they came before me, those men from the Sun.
Signs from the heavens say I am the one.

Chorus:
Now you're here, I can see your light,
this light that I must follow.

Languages: Incantations or humming, Irish (Gaeilge)

Hi-ra-U-O
Beo go deo.
Ole ole ole,
ole ole ole ole ole ole ole,
ole ole ole,
ole ole ole.

Hi-ri-U-O
Marbh go deo.

Deireadh an Tuath
(With Translation)
Sí an Ghealach, It is the Moon
Mall san oiche, Slow in the night
Sí an Ghrian It is the Sun
Fán liom go Deo. Stay with me for ever
Hoireann is O Hi O Ho ra Ha.
Sí na Samhna It is November (1)

Tabhair dom ghrsa, Formhac D.

Tabhair dom do neartsa,

An ghrian gheal gl.

Tabhair dom ghrsa, Formhac D.

Tabhair dom do neartsa,

An ghrian gheal gl.

Give me your love,

true son of God.

Give me strength,

the clear bright sun.

Give me your love,

true son of God.

Give me strength,

the clear bright sun.

Es instrumental

Dan y dwr
This is the Welsh language spoken in Wales in the British Isles. Tanslation to Right

(Beneath the Waters)

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Dan y dwr, taweluch sydd Beneath the waters, it is silent
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Dan y dwr, galwaf i Beneath the waters, I call you
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Nid yw'r swm gyda fi There is no company with me.

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Lyrics Traditional
Composed and performed by Enya
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(Translation)
Give me your love,
the true Son of God.
Give me strength,
the clear bright sun.
repeat.
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Dan y dwr, tawelwch sydd.
Dan y dwr, galwaf i.
Nid yw'r swn gyda fi.
Dan y dwr, tawelwch am byth.
Dan y dwr, galwaf i.
Nid yw'r swn ddim fwy gyda fi

St. Patrick

Lyrics Traditional (Translation)

Give me your love,
The true Son of God.
Give me strength,
The clear bright sun.

(Repeat)

Cursum perficio
Cursum perficio
Cursum perficio
Cursum perficio

Cursum perficio

Verbum sapienti (eo plus cupiunt)
Verbum sapienti
Quo plus habent} eo plus cupiunt
Verbum sapienti
Quo plus habent} eo plus cupiunt

Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus
Post nubila, Phoebus

Quo plus habent, eo plus cupiunt
Quo plus habent, eo plus cupiunt
Quo plus habent, eo plus cupiunt

Strange how
my heart beats
To find myself upon your shore.
Strange how
I still feel
My loss of comfort gone before.

Cool waves wash over
and drift away with dreams of youth
so time is stolen
I cannot hold you long enough.

And so this is where I should be now
Days and nights falling by

Days and nights falling by me.
I know of a dream I should be holding

Cold as the northern winds
in December mornings,
Cold is the cry that rings
from this far distand shore.

Winter has come too late
too close beside me.
How can I chase away
all these fears deep inside?

I'll wait the signs to come.
I'll find a way
I will wait the time to come.
I'll find a way home.

My light shall be the moon
and my path - the ocean.

let me sail, let me sail, let the orinoco flow,
let me reach, let me beach on the shores of Tripoli.
let me sail, let me sail, let me crash upon your shore,
let me reach, let me beach far beyond the Yellow Sea.

from Bissau to Palau - in the shade of Avalon,
from Fiji to Tiree and the Isles of Ebony,
from Peru to Cebu hear the power of Babylon,

Language: Irish (Gaeilge)

Ag amharc tr m'ige,
Is m bh smh,
Gan eolas marbh
Bh m g san am.
Anois, tim buartha,
's fad ar shiil an l.
Ochn 's ochn .

Chorus:
Na laetha geal m'ige
Bh siad ln de dhchas
An bealach mr a bh romham anonn
Bh s i ndn domh go mbeinn,
sln, sln.

Anois, tim buartha,
's fad ar shiil an l.
Ochn 's ochn .
Chorus

Anois, tim buartha,
's fad ar shiil an l.

Language: English

Though I walk through
warm sands in Africa
winds will grow soon
to storms in Africa.

How far to go
I cannot say.
How many more
will journey this way?

Dark skies fall on
black earth and ivory.
Far from your sun
clouds now close over me.

How far to go
I cannot say.
How many more
will journey this way?

Storms have come!
rains wash the earth away