Idioma Origen:
[Irish (Gaeilge) Translation]
deora ar mo chroi
Ba dheas an la go oiche
Na glortha binne i mo thaobh
´S aoibhneas i gach ait gan gruaim
Athas ar mo chroi go deo
He-a-ro
He-a-o-ro
Ma shiulaim o na laetha beo
An ghrian ´s an ghealach ar mo chul
Nil uaim ach smaointe o mo shaoil
Deora ar mo chroi go bron
He-a-ro
He-a-ro
He-a-o-ro
tears on my heart
It was beautiful all day [1]
The sweet voices by my side
And beauty without dispair everywhere
Joy in my heart forever
He-a-ro
He-a-o-ro
If I walk from the alive days
The sun and the moon behind me [2]
I´ll only need thoughts from my life
Tears sorrowfully on my heart
He-a-ro
He-a-ro
He-a-o-ro
[Adaptation by Roma Ryan]
tears on my heart
How beautiful the day and night;
the earth is singing in the wind,
the voices rise and touch the sky
telling all the earth´s believing,
and in the night sighs fall down,
and from the skies sighs fall down on me.
And when I move away from view
my voice is singing in the wind,
it rises up to touch the sky
telling all that I believe in,
and from the night earth shall sing,
and from the night earth shall sing,
and from the night earth shall sing again.
Idioma Destino:
[Irish (Gaeilge) Translation]
deora ar mo chroi
Ba dheas an la go oiche
Na glortha binne i mo thaobh
´S aoibhneas i gach ait gan gruaim
Athas ar mo chroi go deo
He-a-ro
He-a-o-ro
Ma shiulaim o na laetha beo
An ghrian ´s an ghealach ar mo chul
Nil uaim ach smaointe o mo shaoil
Deora ar mo chroi go bron
He-a-ro
He-a-ro
He-a-o-ro
tears on my heart
It was beautiful all day [1]
The sweet voices by my side
And beauty without dispair everywhere
Joy in my heart forever
He-a-ro
He-a-o-ro
If I walk from the alive days
The sun and the moon behind me [2]
I´ll only need thoughts from my life
Tears sorrowfully on my heart
He-a-ro
He-a-ro
He-a-o-ro
[Adaptation by Roma Ryan]
tears on my heart
How beautiful the day and night;
the earth is singing in the wind,
the voices rise and touch the sky
telling all the earth´s believing,
and in the night sighs fall down,
and from the skies sighs fall down on me.
And when I move away from view
my voice is singing in the wind,
it rises up to touch the sky
telling all that I believe in,
and from the night earth shall sing,
and from the night earth shall sing,
and from the night earth shall sing again.