Traduccion: Ride On

Hoy estrenamos en el blog la seccion de traducciones. Con esta seccion os queremos descubrir las historias que narran las canciones irlandesas, canciones que hablan de temas tan variopintos como la bebida, la guerra o el amor.
Para hacer mas sencilla su busqueda y os sea mas facil encontrarlas, las traducciones se pondran directamente en las entradas originales ya publicadas, justo despues del video. Asi, por ejemplo, con la traduccion de hoy, Ride On, solo teneis que ir a la entrada que pusimos con esta cancion y ahi tendreis su traduccion al final de la publicacion. Que la disfruteis.

Molly Malone

La cancion que escuchareis a continuacion cuenta la historia de una bella mujer, llamada Molly Malone. Ella iba con su carro por las calles de Dublin vendiendo mejillones y berberechos al grito "¡Mejillones y berberechos vivos!", hasta que un dia murio a causa de una fiebres. Desde entonces se cuenta que su fastama vaga por aquellas calles entonando la misma frase.

Letra:  

In Dublin's fair city,

Where the girls are so pretty,

I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone,

As she wheeled her wheel-barrow,

Through streets broad and narrow,

Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" 

"Alive, alive, oh,

Alive, alive, oh",

Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh". 

She was a fishmonger,

But sure 'twas no wonder,

For so were her father and mother before,

And they each wheeled their barrow,

Through streets broad and narrow,

Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" 

(chorus) 

She died of a fever,

And no one could save her,

And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.

Now her ghost wheels her barrow,

Through streets broad and narrow,

Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" 

(chorus)

The Foggy Dew

Hoy os traemos una canción sobre un combate, en ella se narran los hechos acontecidos en el Alzamiento de Pascua de 1916, momento clave en la historia de Irlanda. Esta sido interpretada por una buena cantidad de grupos lo que da lugar a una gran variedad de versiones de esta, aunque su melodía sigue siendo inconfundible...

Letra:

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 loud tattoo
But the Angelus Bell o'er the Liffey's 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 Suvla or Sud-El-Bar
And from the plains of Royal Meath strong men came hurrying through
While Britannia's Huns, with their long range guns sailed in through the foggy dew

Oh the night fell black, and the rifles' crack made perfidious Albion reel
In the leaden rain, seven tongues of flame did shine o'er the lines of steel
By each shining blade a prayer was said, that to Ireland her sons be true
But when morning broke, still the war flag shook out its folds in the foggy dew

'Twas England bade our wild geese go, that "small nations might be free";
Their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves or the fringe of the great North Sea.
Oh, had they died by Pearse's side or fought with Cathal Brugha*
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep, 'neath the shroud of the foggy dew.

Oh the bravest fell, and the Requiem bell rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide in the spring time of the year
And the world did gaze, in deep amaze, at those fearless men, but few,
Who bore the fight that freedom's light might shine through the foggy dew

As back through the glen I rode again and my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go and I kneel and pray for you,
For slavery fled, O glorious dead, when you fell in the foggy dew.

Aqui teneis una version interpretada por Sinnead O'Connor y The Chieftains:

Y para que tengáis opción de elegir, aquí tenéis otra versión mas movidita 
interpretada por The Young Dubliners:

Back Home in Derry

En esta cancion se narran las desventuras de un grupo de irlandeses que fueron obligados a emigrar a Australia, destino de los presidiarios del Imperio Britanico. Escrita por Bobby Sands para sus camaradas de Derry.

Letra:

In eighteen-o-three we sailed out to sea
Out from the sweet town of Derry
For Australia bound, if we didn't all drown
The marks of our fetters we carried

In our rusty iron chains we cried for our weans
Our good women we left in sorrow
As the main sails unfurled, our curses we hurled
On the English and thoughts of tomorrow

At the mouth of the Foyle, bade farewell to the soil
As down below decks we were lying
O'Doherty screamed, woken out of a dream
By a vision of bold Robert dying

The sun burnt cruel as we dished out the gruel
Dan O'Conner was down with a fever
Sixty rebels today, bound for Botany Bay
How many will reach their receiver

Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry

I cursed them to hell as our bow fought the swell
Our ship danced like a moth in the firelight
White horses rode high as the devil passed by
Taking souls to Hades by twilight

Five weeks out to sea, we were now forty-three
We buried our comrades each morning
In our own slime we were lost in the time
Endless night without dawning

Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry

Van Diemen's Land is a hell for a man
To end out his whole life in slavery
Where the climate is raw and a gun makes the law
Neither wind nor rain care for bravery

Twenty years have gone by, I have ended my bond
My comrades' ghosts walk beside me
A rebel I came, I'm still the same
On the cold winds of night you will find me

Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry
Oh oh oh oh oh I wish I was back home in Derry

Y de extra os traemos esta version de Pet Pipers' Project:

Spancil Hill

Esta cancion, basada en hechos reales, es un lamento de los inmigrantes irlandeses en America, durante la Fierbre del Oro, que añoran su casa al otro lado del Atlantico. Es cantada por un hombre que hecha de menos su hogar en la colina de Spancill, sus amigos y el amor que dejo alli.

Letra:

The Dubliners - Spancil Hill Music Downloads

The Dubliners - Spancil Hill Ringtone

Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with a will
Till next I came to anchor at the cross of Spancil Hill

It being on the 23rd of June, the day before the fair
When lreland's sons and daughters, and friends assembled there
The young, the old, the brave and the bold, came their duty to fulfill
At the parish church in Clooney, a mile from Spancil Hill

I went to see me neighbors, to see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young one's turning grey
But I met the tailor Quigley, he's as bould as ever still
Ah he used to make my breetches when I lived in Spancil Hill

I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily and as gentle as a dove
And she threw her arms around me, saying "Johnny, I love you still"
Oh she's Nell the farmers daughter, and the pride of Spancil Hill

I dreamt I held and kissed her, as in the days of yore
Ah, "Johnny you're only joking as many's the time before"
Then the cock he crew in the morning, he crew both loud and shrill
I awoke in California, many miles from Spancil Hill.

The Dubliners - Spancil Hill Music Downloads

The Dubliners - Spancil Hill Ringtone

Y de regalo, otra version de esta cancion del grupo Dropkick Murphy's, titulada Fairmount Hill:

Ride on

Aqui estrenamos este blog con esta sencilla cancion...

Letra:

True you ride the finest horse I have ever seen

Standing sixteen, one or two, with eyes wild and green

And you ride the horse so well, hands light to the touch

I could never go with you no matter how I wanted to

Ride on, see you, I could never go with you

No matter how I wanted to

Ride on, see you, i could never go with you

No matter how i wanted to

When you ride into the night without a trace behind

Run your claw along my gut, one last time

I turn to face an empty space, where once you used to lie

And look for a spark that lights the dark

Through a teardrop in my eye

Chorus 

Traduccion:

Es cierto que cabalgas el caballo más hermoso que he visto jamás
Dieciséis años permanentes, más o menos, con los ojos salvajes y verdes
Y montas el caballo tan bien, las manos suaves al tacto
Nunca podría haber ido contigo no importa cuánto lo hubiese deseado

Cabalga hacia adelante, nos vemos,
Nunca podría haber ido contigo
No importa cuánto lo hubiese deseado

Cabalga hacia adelante, nos vemos,
Nunca podría haber ido contigo
No importa cuánto lo hubiese deseado

Cuando cabalgas en la noche sin un rastro tras de ti
Tu garra recorre mis entrañas, una última vez
Me vuelvo para mirar a un espacio vacío, donde una vez solías mentir
Y buscar una chispa que ilumine la oscuridad
A través de una lágrima en mi ojo

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