Песня Erin Go Bragh с переводом на русский | Группа wolfe tones | Альбом Rifles of the I.R.A.

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I'll sing you a song of a row in the town, When the green flag went up And the Crown flag came down, 'twas the neatest and sweetest thing Ever you saw, And they played that great game they called Erin Go Bragh.

Я спою вам песню о потасовке в городе, Когда зелёный флаг поднялся, А флаг Короны2 опустился. Это была самая изящная и сладкая вещь, Что тебе приходилось видеть, И они вели великую игру, которую именовали Erin Go Bragh.

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God bless Colin Pearse And his comrades who died Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBryde, And here's to James Connolly Who gave one hurrah, And faced the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh.

Царство небесное Колину Пирсу И его умершим товарищам — Тому Кларку, МакДоне, МакДьермоду, МакБрайду, А этот3 — за Джеймса Коннолли, Который крикнул «Ура!» один раз И бросился на пулемёты за Erin Go Bragh.

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Now, one of our leaders was down at Ring's end, For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend, He had no veteran soldiers But volunteers raw, Playing sweet Mauser music For Erin Go Bragh.

Один из наших вожаков был в Рингз-Энде, Чтобы держаться и защищать ради чести Ирландии, У него не было служивших солдат, Только желторотые добровольцы, Они играли сладкую музыку маузеров4 За Erin Go Bragh.

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Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay, From the South Dublin Union Poured death and dismay, But what was their horror when the Englishmen saw All the dead khaki soldiers for Erin Go Bragh.

Старый Кентт и его товарищи, как львы, в бухте, От Южного Дублинского Союза Несли на волнах смерть и тревогу, Но каков был ужас, когда увидели англичане Всех солдат в хаки, умерших за Erin Go Bragh.

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A great foreign captain was raving that day, Saying, «Give me one hour And I'll blow you away», But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his jaw, And he died of lead poisoning for Erin Go Bragh.

Великий капитан из-за границы в тот день был неистов, Сказал: «Дайте мне один час, И я с вами со всеми расправлюсь», Но большая пуля из маузера застряла в его челюсти, И он был отравлен свинцом за Erin Go Bragh.

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Our glory to Dublin, to hold her renown, In the long generations her fame won't go down, And our children will tell how their forefathers saw, The red blaze of freedom for Erin Go Bragh.

Пусть наша слава Дублину остаётся в памяти людей, В долгих поколениях она не уйдёт, И наши дети будут рассказывать, как их праотцы видели Красное пламя свободы ради Erin Go Bragh.

Wolfe tones

Rifles of the I.R.A.

Erin Go Bragh English

I'll sing you a song of a row in the town, When the green flag went up And the Crown flag came down, 'twas the neatest and sweetest thing Ever you saw, And they played that great game they called Erin Go Bragh.

God bless Colin Pearse And his comrades who died Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBryde, And here's to James Connolly Who gave one hurrah, And faced the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh.

Now, one of our leaders was down at Ring's end, For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend, He had no veteran soldiers But volunteers raw, Playing sweet Mauser music For Erin Go Bragh.

Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay, From the South Dublin Union Poured death and dismay, But what was their horror when the Englishmen saw All the dead khaki soldiers for Erin Go Bragh.

A great foreign captain was raving that day, Saying, «Give me one hour And I'll blow you away», But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his jaw, And he died of lead poisoning for Erin Go Bragh.

Our glory to Dublin, to hold her renown, In the long generations her fame won't go down, And our children will tell how their forefathers saw, The red blaze of freedom for Erin Go Bragh.

Wolfe tones

Rifles of the I.R.A.

Erin Go Bragh English

I'll sing you a song of a row in the town, When the green flag went up And the Crown flag came down, 'twas the neatest and sweetest thing Ever you saw, And they played that great game they called Erin Go Bragh.

Перевод

God bless Colin Pearse And his comrades who died Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBryde, And here's to James Connolly Who gave one hurrah, And faced the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh.

Перевод

Now, one of our leaders was down at Ring's end, For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend, He had no veteran soldiers But volunteers raw, Playing sweet Mauser music For Erin Go Bragh.

Перевод

Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay, From the South Dublin Union Poured death and dismay, But what was their horror when the Englishmen saw All the dead khaki soldiers for Erin Go Bragh.

Перевод

A great foreign captain was raving that day, Saying, «Give me one hour And I'll blow you away», But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his jaw, And he died of lead poisoning for Erin Go Bragh.

Перевод

Our glory to Dublin, to hold her renown, In the long generations her fame won't go down, And our children will tell how their forefathers saw, The red blaze of freedom for Erin Go Bragh.

Перевод