….. und selbst welthits der musikbranche sind ihnen nicht mehr tabu…..:
Dienstag 13.April 2010
Mittwoch 24.März 2010
TV-serien-junkies werden es lieben…..
….. dieses titelmelodien-medley…..:
Dienstag 23.März 2010
Freitag 19.März 2010
Mittwoch 17.März 2010
sinne fianna fáil…..
….. atá fé gheall ag Éirinn…..
….. den heutigen tag möchte ich nun mit der offiziellen hymne der irischen republik beenden…..….. und bitte euch darum euch zu erheben…..
“….. sinne fianna fáil…..
( shin-na fee-nah fawl )
….. atá fé gheall ag Éirinn…..
( ah-taw fay gal egg er-rin )
….. buíon dár slua…..
( bween dar sloo-ah )
….. thar toinn do ráinig chugainn…..
( harr tee-un duh rawn-nig hug-gan )
….. fé mhóid bheith saor…..
( fay void vet ser )
….. seantír ár sinsear feasta…..
( shan-teer or shin-sheer faw-sta )
….. ní fhágfar fén tíorán ná fén tráill…..
( nee fog-far fween teer-awn naw fween trawl )
….. anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil…..
( ah-nuckt a hey-m sa bar-na b-wail )
….. le gean ar Ghaeil, chun báis nó saoil…..
( leh gan er Gail, cun baw-sh no say-il )
….. le gunnascréach, fé lámhach na bpiléar…..
( leh goon-nee scray-uck, tree law-vuck na bill-er )
….. seo libh canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann…..”
( shuh deev connie Ow-rawn na Vee-an )
( shin-na fee-nah fawl )
….. atá fé gheall ag Éirinn…..
( ah-taw fay gal egg er-rin )
….. buíon dár slua…..
( bween dar sloo-ah )
….. thar toinn do ráinig chugainn…..
( harr tee-un duh rawn-nig hug-gan )
….. fé mhóid bheith saor…..
( fay void vet ser )
….. seantír ár sinsear feasta…..
( shan-teer or shin-sheer faw-sta )
….. ní fhágfar fén tíorán ná fén tráill…..
( nee fog-far fween teer-awn naw fween trawl )
….. anocht a théam sa bhearna bhaoil…..
( ah-nuckt a hey-m sa bar-na b-wail )
….. le gean ar Ghaeil, chun báis nó saoil…..
( leh gan er Gail, cun baw-sh no say-il )
….. le gunnascréach, fé lámhach na bpiléar…..
( leh goon-nee scray-uck, tree law-vuck na bill-er )
….. seo libh canaídh Amhrán na bhFiann…..”
( shuh deev connie Ow-rawn na Vee-an )
oh danny boy…..
….. die “inoffizielle” hymne irlands…..:
“….. oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling…..
….. from glen to glen, and down the mountain side…..
….. the summer’s gone, and all the flowers are dying…..
….. ’tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide…..
….. but come ye back when summer’s in the meadow…..
….. or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow…..
….. ’tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow…..
….. oh danny boy, oh danny boy, I love you so…..
….. and if you come, when all the flowers are dying…..
….. and I am dead, as dead I well may be…..
….. you’ll come and find the place where I am lying…..
….. and kneel and say an “Ave” there for me…..
….. and I shall hear, tho’ soft you tread above me…..
….. and all my dreams will warm and sweeter be…..
….. if you’ll not fail to tell me that you love me…..
….. I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me…..
….. I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me…..
….. from glen to glen, and down the mountain side…..
….. the summer’s gone, and all the flowers are dying…..
….. ’tis you, ’tis you must go and I must bide…..
….. but come ye back when summer’s in the meadow…..
….. or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow…..
….. ’tis I’ll be here in sunshine or in shadow…..
….. oh danny boy, oh danny boy, I love you so…..
….. and if you come, when all the flowers are dying…..
….. and I am dead, as dead I well may be…..
….. you’ll come and find the place where I am lying…..
….. and kneel and say an “Ave” there for me…..
….. and I shall hear, tho’ soft you tread above me…..
….. and all my dreams will warm and sweeter be…..
….. if you’ll not fail to tell me that you love me…..
….. I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me…..
….. I’ll simply sleep in peace until you come to me…..
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