Letras de Canciones Traducidas de Christy Moore
Tenemos 20 canciones traducidas de Christy Moore
Christy Moore
1913 Massacre
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 8 months ago
Take a trip with me to 1913
To Cal Michigan and the Copper Country
I'll take you a place called Italian Hall
Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball
I'll take you through a door and up a high stairs
Singing and dancing is heard everywhere
I'll let you shake
A Pair of Brown Eyes
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 4 months ago
One summer evening drunk as hell,
I sat there nearly lifeless.
An old man in the corner sang,
Where the water lilies grow.
On the jukebox Johnny sang,
About a thing called love.
And it's "how are you kid? What's your name?
And what do you know?"
In blood and deat
A Stitch In Time
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 5 months ago
There was a woman and she lived in her own
Slaved on her own and skivvied on her own
She had two little boys and two little girls
She lived all alone with her husband
He was a hunk if a man
A chunk of a man and a drunk of a man
A hunk of a drunken spunk of a man
Suc
Aisling
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 4 months ago
See the bright new moon is rising,
Above the land of black and green.
Hear the rebels voices calling,
I will not die 'till you bury me.
The aunt upstairs in the bed she is calling,
Why has he forsaken me.
Faded pictures in the hallway,
Which one of them brown ghosts
All For The Roses
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 10 months ago
He's twenty-five; he's sick and tired,
It's time to try the other side,
The B&I to paradise,
To sergeants and their men.
He's never been to Dun Na Ri,
Combed the beaches after three,
Chips and beer and greenery,
Brothers one and all.
He signed and took the
All I Remember
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 4 months ago
I was lured by the rocking horse,
Sweets and the bualadh bos,
Fifty wild boys to a room.
Sing lámh, lámh eile, the dish ran away with the spoon.
Black shoes and stockings for those who say don't.
Blue is the colour outside.
God made the world,
The
Allende
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 4 months ago
The nighthawk flies and the owl cries as we're driving down the road.
Listening to the music on the all night radio show,
The announcer comes on says if you've got ideas I'll file the patent for you,
What's an idea if it's not in the store makin' a buck or two.
We drive to the to
America, you are not the world
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 10 months ago
America your head is so big
America your belly is so big
I LOVE you
but I wish you'd stay where you live
In America the land of the free they say
land of opportunity in a just and truthful way
where the president is never black female or gay
and until that day you'v
Another song is born
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 9 months ago
I looked over my shoulder but not for too long,
It's no place to look if you're writing a song,
Some songs grow ancient and live through the years,
While others die off and dry up like tears.
You open the cloak and lift up a veil,
The hammer is raised to drive home a nail,<
Barrowland
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 8 months ago
There's an easy place down Gallowgate to the East End of Glasgow
It's a ballroom of remembrance and a disco
Where the shooting stars light up the fresco
Where the last ones and the lovers go … to carry on
We sang about the Nicky Tams in the back room of the Scotia
We drank
Beeswing
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 3 months ago
I was 18 when I came to town, they called it the summer of love,
Burning babies burning flags, the hawks against the dove,
I took a job at the steaming, way down on Caldrum Street,
And I Fell in love with a laundry girl that was workin next to me.
Brown hair zig zagged across h
Black Is The Colour
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 5 months ago
Black is the colour of my true love's hair
Her lips are like some roses fair
She has the sweetest smile and the gentlest hands
And I love the ground whereon she stands.
I love my love and well she knows
I love the ground whereon she goes
I wish the day it soon would com
Cabaret
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 10 months ago
How's it going everybody now you're very welcome to this evening's Cabaret,
I'd like to thank you for the trouble, you've been taking to come and hear me play
Like I know the efforts that you make and all the troubles you had to take
When you decide you're gonna go out and see a show
Changes
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 3 months ago
Sit by my side come as close as the air
Sharing a memory of grey,
Wander in my world
And dream about the pictures I play, of changes.
Green leaves of summer turn red in the fall
To brown and to yellow they fade.
Then they have to die
And drop within the circle grand
Cliffs Of Dooneen
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 4 months ago
You may travel far far from your own native home
Far away o'er the mountains, far away o'er the foam
But of all the fine places that I've ever seen
There's none to compare with the cliffs of Dooneen
Take a view o'er the mountains, fine sights you'll see there
You'll see the
Companeros
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 4 months ago
The good ship Granma lies at anchor in the harbour
Waiting for the evening tide to rise and bring high water.
Bound for Cuba she must go across the Gulf of
Mexico and The Caribbean Ocean
She's carrying a human cargo 83 good companeros
Each one burning with determination to
Continental Céilídh
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 10 months ago
Over in McCann's there's a grand type of danceband
a-playing and they're spinnin' out the Continental Ceili,
They're comin' in their cars from the bars over in Leitir and Killane just to hear the famous Gunther Reynolds playing.
Out the Star of Munster with Hans O'Donoghue
neatly
Delirium Tremens
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 8 months ago
I dreamt a dream the other night I couldn't sleep a wink
The rats were tryin' to count the sheep and I was off the drink
There were footsteps in the parlour and voices on the stairs
I was climbin' up the walls and movin' round the chairs.
I looked out from under the blanket up at
Don't Forget Your Shovel
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 9 months ago
Don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work.
oh don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work.
don't forget your shovel if you want to go to work
or you'll end up where you came from like the rest of us
diggin', diggin', diggin'...
and don't forget your shoes an
The well below the valley
Artista: Christy Moore Traducción porpanzas | Publicado 10 months ago
A gentleman was passing by
He asked for a drink as he got dry
Chorus:
At the well below the valley oh
Green grows the lily oh
Right among the bushes oh
My cup is full up to the brim
If I were to stoop I might fall in
Chorus:
At the well below the valley