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Huna blentyn ar fy mynwes,
Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon;
Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat,
Cariad mam sy dan fy mron;
Ni chaiff dim amharu'th gyntun,
Ni wna undyn â thi gam;
Huna'n dawel, annwyl blentyn,
Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam.
Huna'n dawel, heno, huna,
Huna'n fwyn, y tlws ei lun;
Pam yr wyt yn awr yn gwenu,
Gwenu'n dirion yn dy hun?
Ai angylion fry sy'n gwenu,
Arnat ti yn gwenu'n llon,
Tithau'n gwenu'n ôl dan huno,
Huno'n dawel ar fy mron?
Paid ag ofni, dim ond deilen
Gura, gura ar y ddôr;
Paid ag ofni, ton fach unig
Sua, sua ar lan y môr;
Huna blentyn, nid oes yma
Ddim i roddi iti fraw;
Gwena'n dawel yn fy mynwes.
Ar yr engyl gwynion draw
Huna blentyn ar fy mynwes,
Clyd a chynnes ydyw hon;
Breichiau mam sy'n dynn amdanat,
Cariad mam sy dan fy mron;
Ni chaiff dim amharu'th gyntun,
Ni wna undyn â thi gam;
Huna'n dawel, annwyl blentyn,
Huna'n fwyn ar fron dy fam.
Huna'n dawel, heno, huna,
Huna'n fwyn, y tlws ei lun;
Pam yr wyt yn awr yn gwenu,
Gwenu'n dirion yn dy hun?
Ai angylion fry sy'n gwenu,
Arnat ti yn gwenu'n llon,
Tithau'n gwenu'n ôl dan huno,
Huno'n dawel ar fy mron?
Paid ag ofni, dim ond deilen
Gura, gura ar y ddôr;
Paid ag ofni, ton fach unig
Sua, sua ar lan y môr;
Huna blentyn, nid oes yma
Ddim i roddi iti fraw;
Gwena'n dawel yn fy mynwes.
Ar yr engyl gwynion draw.
Jesus loves me this I know
For the Bible tells me so
Little ones to him belong
They are weak but he is strong
Oh, yes Jesus loves me
Yes Jesus loves me for the Bible tells me so
Always guide me Lord I pray
Undeserving, and stubbornly never fail to love me still
Oh yes Jesus loves me
Oh yes Jesus loves me, for the Bible tells me so
Yes Jesus loves me, love
Oh yes Jesus loves me for the Bible tells me so
For the Bible tells me so
See, sometimes I'm lonely but never alone
For the Bible tells, for the Bible tells
For the Bible tells me so
Whether I'm right, whether I'm wrong
Ljuljaj mi sine,
Ljuljaj mi nado moja,
Ljuljaj mi unučiću moj.
I tvoja će baka spati
I na krilo tebe zvati,
Nunaj mi golube moj…
There was a friendly, but naive King,
Who wed a very nasty Queen.
The King was loved but,
the Queen was feared.
Til one day, strolling in his court,
an arrow pierced the kind King's heart.
He lost his life and his Lady love.
Z popielnika na Wojtusia
Iskiereczka mruga
Chodź opowiem ci bajeczkę
Bajka będzie długa
Žyła sobie raz królewna
Pokochała grajka
Król wyprawił im wesele
I skończona bajka
Žyła sobie Baba Jaga,
Miała domek z masła.
A w tem dome same dziwy
Pst! Iskierka zgasła.
Z popielnika na Wojtusia
Iskiereczka mruga
Chodź opowiem ci bajeczkę
Bajka będzie długa
Seóthín, seóthó, mo stóirín, mo leanbh,
Mo sheoid gan chealg, mo chuid den tsaol mhór.
Seóthín, seóthó, nach mór é a taithneamh,
Mo stóirín ina leaba, ‘na chodladh gan brón.
A leanbh mo chléibh, go n-éiri do chodladh leat,
Séan agus sonas a choice ‘do chomhair.
Seo beannacht Mhic Dé agus téagar a Bhuime leat.
Téir a chodladh gan bíogadh go ló.
Ar mhullach a tSí tá síoga geala,
Fá chaoinré an earraigh ag imirt a spóirt
Seo iad aniar chun glaoch ar mo leanbh
Le mian é a tharraing isteach sa Lios Mór.
Goirm thú, a chroí! Ní bhfaighidh said do mhealladh
Le brí a gcleas, ná le binneas a gceol.
Tá mise led’ thaobh ag guí ort na mbeannacht,
Seóthín, a leanbh, ní imeoidh tú leo.
Os comhair mo lao go míochair ceanúil,
Tá dílroisc aingeal ag faire ina threo,
Le mórghrá dian á’ iarraidh chun bealaigh
Mar b’aoibhne Flaithis dá rachadh sé leo.
A stór mo chroí, luigh siar i do leaba,
Le taobh do mhama is ea fhanfair go fóill.
Ní mór liom ag Día mo shiamsa ‘gus m’aiteas,
Mo ríocht ar talamh i dteannta mo bhróid.
Szerelem, szerelem,
átkozott gyötrelem,
mért nem virágoztál
minden fatetejen?
Minden fa tetején,
diófa levelén.
úgy szaki^sztott volna
minden leány s legény.
Mer én is szaki^sztottam
s el is szalasztottam.
én is szaki^sztottam
s el is szalasztottam.
Hej de még szaki^sztanék
ha jóra találnék
ha jóra, ha szépre
régi szeretö^mre.
S a régi szeretö^mért
mit nem cselekedném?
Tengerbö^l a vizet
kanállal lemerném.
S a tenger fenekérö^l
apró gyöngyöt szednék
s a régi szeretö^mnek
gyöngykoszorút kötnék.
Oh hush thee my dove, oh hush thee my rowan,
Oh hush thee my lapwing, my little brown bird.
Oh fold thy wings and seek thy nest now,
Oh shine the berry on the bright tree,
The bird is home from the mountain and valley.
Oh horo hi ri ri. Cadul gu lo
Nighty night, sleep tight
Nighty night, sweet dreams
Nighty night, till the morning light
It’s time to dream of happy things
Nighty night, sleep tight
Nighty night, sweet dreams
It’s time to take a break from play
And you’ll wake up to a brand new day
And while the stars area shining
and the moon is all a glow
You’ll be off in sleepy land
A place where dreamers love to go
Ho ho hum
Ho ho hum
Ho ho hum
Sing this tune
And you'll sleep soon
Ho ho hum
Ho ho hum
Ho ho hum
While I try this lullaby
Ho ho hum
They have being yawning this song for ages
I suppose because it's so contagious
Ho ho hum
Ho ho hum
Ho ho hum
It gets so boring
You'll soon been snoring
Ho ho hum
Ho ho hum
Ho ho hum