Fiorella Mannoia: Il cielo d'Irlanda

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Originale Traduzione inglese di dq82 e RV Nessuno... Versione inglese dei The Clan... Versione friuliana dei La Sedon... Traduzione in gaelico irlandese...	English translation by ZugNachPankow
THE SKY OVER IRELAND	THE IRISH SKY
The sky over Ireland is a ocean of clouds and light	The Irish sky is an ocean of clouds and light
The sky over Ireland is a fast running carpet	The Irish sky is a carpet flying high
The sky over Ireland gets your eyes, if you look up there	The Irish sky, it catches your eye after one look
It drowns you with green and covers you with blue,	Drowning with green, covering with blue
It covers you with green and drowns you with blue.	Covering with green, drowning with blue
The sky over Ireland feeds itself with musk and wool	The Irish sky is made of musk and wool
The sky over Ireland combs its hair off in the moonlight	The Irish sky combs its hair in the bright moon
The sky over Ireland is a flock grazing in the sky	The Irish sky is a herd grazing up high
Getting drunk with stars by night, and with light in the morning	A night drunk with stars, a morning light
Getting drunk with stars by night, and with light in the morning	A night drunk with stars, a morning light
From Donegal to Aran Islands	From Donegal to the coast of Aran
And from Dublin to Connemara	From Dublin to the Connemara
Wherever you travel with gipsies and kings	No matter with whom, if gypsies or kings
The sky over Ireland moves with you	The Irish sky travels along
The sky over Ireland is inside you	The Irish sky, you feel it within
The sky over Ireland is a huge hat full of rain	The Irish sky is a lady with blue eyes
The sky over Ireland is a child sleeping on the sand	The Irish sky is a child on the seaside
The sky over Ireland sometimes turns the world black and white	The Irish sky makes the world black-and-white
But shortly after turns the colours more shining than they really are	And then at once its colors shine bright
But shortly after turns the colours more shining than they really are	More than ever, its colors shine bright
The sky over Ireland is a woman changing often her mood	The Irish sky is an old lady and her grandson
The sky over Ireland is a skirt whirling in the sun	The Irish sky is a skirt whirling in the sun
The sky over Ireland is God playing the accordion	The Irish sky is God playing the accordion
It opens and closes at music tune	It opens and closes to the tune of a reel
It opens and closes at music tune	It opens and closes to the tune of a reel
From Donegal to Aran Islands	From Donegal to the coast of Aran
And from Dublin to Connemara	From Dublin to the Connemara
Wherever you travel with gipsies and kings	No matter with whom, if gypsies or kings
The sky over Ireland moves with you	The Irish sky travels along
The sky over Ireland is inside you	The Irish sky, you feel it within