John Spillane
Текст песни A Song For Rory Gallagher

Corcra an dath ata ar ghruaig mo ghra
Is is duibhe na dubh iad bratacha a lamh
Corcra an dath ata ar ghruaig mo ghra
Ag sileadh anuas ar a guailne

If I told you what I thought of you the first time that I saw you
With the sun in your hair and the world at your feet
And the future far behind you
Would you care to remember or dare to remember me?

Rory, Rory, Rory?

You had eyes for no one anyone could see
And the dead ones among us said they'd seen you before
Only the air seemed brighter and our hearts felt lighter
When you took us out of this world

Rory, Rory
Can you hear me?
Rory?

Corcra an dath ata ar ghruaig mo ghra
Is is duibhe na dubh iad bratacha a lamh
Corcra an dath ata ar ghruaig mo ghra
Ar foluain os cionn mo chroi

If I told you that I thought of you every now and then
And again when the moon disappears
Since you walked out the door on the far side of here
With our hearts held safe in your hands
Would you ever look after forever and ever
I know you'll look after me

Rory, Rory, Rory, Rory
Rory, Rory, Rory
Can you hear me?

An e nar airis an tuile
ag lionadh ort, rabharta cos is lamh
a dhein bord loinge den urlar
i Halla na Cathrach
is na lionfaidh feasta an poll
a d'fhagais ar ardan I do dhiaidh?

An mbraitheann tu anois e,
ar ngile mearluaimneach mear,
agus solas na bhflaitheas

ag sluaistiu ciunais ar shuile
an tslua 'ta buailte le staitse
ag glaoch ar ais ort on ndoircheacht

Rory Rory Rory

An gcloiseann tu anois ar ngui?
An gcloiseann tu anois ar ngui?
An gcloiseann tu anois ar ngui?
An gcloiseann tu anois ar ngui?
An gcloiseann tu anois ar ngui?
An gcloiseann tu anois ar ngui?
An gcloiseann tu anois ar ngui?

(translation)
Sung:

Purple is the colour of my true love's hair
and blacker than black the flags of her hands
purple is the colour of my true love's hair
spilling down on her shoulders

Purple is the colour of my true love's hair
and blacker than black the flags of her hands
purple is the colour of my true love's hair
flying bravely over my heart

Spoken:

Did you really not hear
the tide flooding in behind you
the waves of pounding feet
that rocked the floor of the City Hall
until it rolled like the deck of a ship
and will never fill the emptiness
you left behind you on stage?

Do you feel it now,
our swiftfingered brightness,
as the light of heaven
shovels silence on the eyes
of the crowd as they press against the stage,
calling you back from the darkness

Rory Rory Rory?

Now do you hear our prayer?
Now do you hear our prayer
Now do you hear our prayer?



Thanks to razvan