Текст песни Mouth Music - (translation) Falalalo
Mouth Music - (translation) Falalalo слова песни
O fair-headed lad, if you say the wordYours is my right hand, right away, if you come with affectionIsn`t it a pity that you and I did not meetOn an island without ebbtide, without oar, without coracle, without rudderIf you go to sea, love, have a guinea in your pocketAnd drink my health in every place that you sit at tableWith your bright, light, joyous, high-spirited, young heartHow I do like the mouth from which music comes most sweetly!I love the teeth, and the mouth that would not grumbleHow I wish that you would come to me and stretch out by my sideIf it were not for the gossips, my love and I would surely beWith the blessing of the clergy, together in a firm bondOh, if you and I were on a mountain, hill or shady slopeOr on a white beach, in a place where no-one has ever beenSeven days, seven nights, without rest, without sleep, without foodBut with you, love, your fair arm freely round meHeard from Penelope Morrison (South Uist); additional text from the MacDonald CollectionofGaelic Poetry (Angus & Archibald MacDonald, ed. 1911)