"Coinleach Glas An Fhomhair" in CLANNAD "Magical Ring" 这曾经是台北之音每晚午夜十二点. 李文媛的"台北有点晚"片头曲. 那时调频还没有现在那麽多乱七八糟的卖药电台. 广播的天空也才刚刚开放.一边念书一边听广播. 几乎是当时的我很大的娱乐.也是接触外面世界的一个管道. 听完黎明柔的节目.在只剩一盏昏黄的台灯底下. 伴着数不尽的参考书.接着响起这带了点神秘色彩的曲调. 总能让我想起第九节放学回家. 走在一路上还是一大片稻田的秋冬傍晚. 可能还泛着夕阳.可能也已经夜幕低垂. 吹来的风让那时的我第一次有了萧瑟的感觉. 再加上李文媛的几段口白. 那已形同在催促着我该结束这一天的工作. 那个阶段的成果.是展开一段足以令後来的自己骄傲的日子. 然而说真的李文媛的节目我从没认真听过一遍. 而听着这首歌准备就寝的日子也在新的阶段开始後渐渐远离了我. 这样的音调.这样的口白.这样的感受. 逐渐埋藏在记忆深处.直到现在.试图再现这段记忆. > I. > Ar chonnlaigh ghlais an Fhoghmhair > A stoirin gur dhearc me uaim > Ba deas do chos i mbroig > 'Sba ro-dheas do leagan siubhail. > Do ghruaidh ar dhath na rosai > 'Sdo chuirnini bhi fighte dluith > Monuar gan sinn 'ar bposadh > No'r bord luinge 'triall 'un siubhail. > II. > Ta buachailli na h-aite seo > A' gartha 'gus ag eirghe teann > Is lucht na gcochan ard > A' deanamh faruis do mo chailin donn > Da ngluaiseadh Ri na Spainne > Thar saile 's a shloighte cruinn > Bhruighfinn fear is fasach > 'S bheinn ar laimh le mo chailin donn. > III. > Ceannacht buaibh ar aontaigh' > Da mbinn agus mo chailin donn > Gluais is tar a chead-searc > No go dteidh muid thar Ghaoth-Bearra 'nonn > Go sgartar o n-a cheile > Barr na gcraobh 's an eala on tuinn > Ni sgarfar sin o cheile > 'S nil ach baois dibh a chur 'n mur gcionn. > IV. > Chuir me leitir scriobhtha > Annsoir mo sweetheart agus casaoid ghear > Chuir si chugam aris i > Go rabh a croidhe istuigh i lar mo chleibh. > Cum na h-eala is mine > Na'n sioda 's na cluimh na n-ean > Nach trom an osna ghnim-se > Nuair a smaoitighim ar a bheith 'sgaradh lei. > V. > 'Se chuala m/e De Domhnaigh > Mar chomhradh 'gabhail eadar mhnaibh > Go rabh si 'gabhail 'a posadh > Ar oigfhear da bhfuil san ait. > A stoirin glac mo chomhairle > 'S a' foghmhar seo fan mar ta > 'S cha leigim le 'bhfuil beo thu > A stor no 's tu mo ghradh. > Translation > [From Larry Keith Ogle] > On the green stubble-fields of Autumn > I saw you, my sweetheart. > Nice were your feet in shoes > And wonderful your nimble gait. > Your hair the color of roses > And your ringlets tightly plaited > Alas that we're not married > Or on board ship sailing away > The boys around here are > Laughing and getting bold > And the people of the high straw? > Are making ?? of my brown girl > If the King of Spain would > Go abroad with his assembled men > I would flatten grass and rank grass > And I would be with my brown girl > Buying cows at the fair > If I were ? and my brown girl > Go and come first love > Until we go over to Gaoth-Bearra > Until we separate from each other > The tops of the branches and the swan > from the waves ? > That won't separate us > And it's only folly for you to put it ?? > I wrote a letter > To my sweetheart and a sharp complaint > She sent it back to me > That her heart was inside me. > Compose the artsswannoble person ? > Finer than silk or bird feathers > Heavy is my sigh > When I think of being apart from her. > What I heard on Sunday > As conversation among the women > That she was going to be married > To a young man from the place. > Sweetheart take my advice > And this Autumn stay as you are > And don't tell anyone, my love, > That you are my love. --

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