爱尔兰

Sinne laochra Fáil, Atá faoi gheall ag Éirinn, Buíon dár slua Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn, Faoi mhóid bheith saor, Seantír ár sinsear feasta, Ní fhágfar faoin tíorán ná faoin tráill. Anocht a théam sa bhearna baoil, Le gean ar Ghaeil, chun báis nó saoil, Le gunna scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar, Seo libh, canaídh amhrán na bhFiann. [Curfá] Sinne Fianna Fáil, Atá faoi gheall ag Éirinn, Buíon dár slua Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn, Faoi mhóid bheith saor, Seantír ár sinsear feasta, Ní fhágfar faoin tíorán ná faoin tráill. Anocht a théam sa bhearna baoil, Le gean ar Ghaeil, chun báis nó saoil, Le gunna scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar, Seo libh, canaídh amhrán na bhFiann. Cois bánta réidhe, ar árdaibh sléibhe, Ba bhuachach ár sinsir romhainn, Ag lámhach go tréan fán sárbhrat séin Thar raon na bpiléar is cornaibh. Is le buíochas á Dé ná stiall dár saoirse Is tréan ár gcroí gan bhréag; Ag dúil le saol, fé shéan nó fé bhrón, Is scian le hiall dár gcéad. [Curfá] Sinne Fianna Fáil, Atá faoi gheall ag Éirinn, Buíon dár slua Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn, Faoi mhóid bheith saor, Seantír ár sinsear feasta, Ní fhágfar faoin tíorán ná faoin tráill. Anocht a théam sa bhearna baoil, Le gean ar Ghaeil, chun báis nó saoil, Le gunna scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar, Seo libh, canaídh amhrán na bhFiann. A bhuíon nár fhan le dlí na le dáil, Síos le rún na bhfear gcrógha; Tré raon na ngléas do bhrúigh go tréan, Is trí bhéim do mhúch a nglóir dóibh. Is anois ar theacht don lá dúinn thar sáil, Ó éigean bruid is tréadh, A fhlaith na bhFiann, tá ár dtír go réidh, Is scian le hiall le héan. [Curfá] Sinne Fianna Fáil, Atá faoi gheall ag Éirinn, Buíon dár slua Thar toinn do ráinig chugainn, Faoi mhóid bheith saor, Seantír ár sinsear feasta, Ní fhágfar faoin tíorán ná faoin tráill. Anocht a théam sa bhearna baoil, Le gean ar Ghaeil, chun báis nó saoil, Le gunna scréach faoi lámhach na bpiléar, Seo libh, canaídh amhrán na bhFiann.

我们是爱尔兰的战士， 向我们的祖国宣誓， 我们队伍中的一些人 从大洋彼岸赶来。 誓要自由， 我们古老的土地从此 不再庇护暴君或奴隶。 今夜我们踏入危险的缺口， 为了盖尔人的爱，赴死或生， 在枪声和弹雨中， 出发吧，唱起战士之歌。 [合唱] 我们是命运的战士， 向爱尔兰宣誓， 我们队伍中的一些人 从大洋彼岸赶来。 誓要自由， 我们古老的土地从此 不再庇护暴君或奴隶。 今夜我们踏入危险的缺口， 为了盖尔人的爱，赴死或生， 在枪声和弹雨中， 出发吧，唱起战士之歌。 穿过平坦的田野和高山， 我们的先辈在我们之前胜利凯旋， 在美丽明亮的旗帜下勇敢射击 穿越枪林弹雨。 靠上帝的恩典，我们的自由 一丝一毫都未曾失去，我们的心真诚无虚言； 无论生死，无论悲欢， 手中紧握利剑，为了我们的事业。 [合唱] 哦，不等法律和议会的队伍， 带着勇士的决心向前； 穿越重重武装他们勇敢前行， 用他们的打击让敌人的荣耀沉默。 如今我们的日子已从海的彼岸到来， 从压迫和流亡的束缚中解放， 哦，战士之王，我们的土地已经准备好， 手持利剑，迎接喜悦。 [合唱]

We are warriors of Ireland, Pledged to our homeland, Some of our host Have come to us from across the waves. Sworn to be free, Our ancient land henceforth Shall shelter neither tyrant nor slave. Tonight we step into the gap of danger, For love of the Gaels, to death or life, With rifles' screech amid the hail of bullets, Come forth, sing The Soldiers' Song. [Chorus] We are the Soldiers of Destiny, Pledged to Ireland, Some of our host Have come to us from across the waves. Sworn to be free, Our ancient land henceforth Shall shelter neither tyrant nor slave. Tonight we step into the gap of danger, For love of the Gaels, to death or life, With rifles' screech amid the hail of bullets, Come forth, sing The Soldiers' Song. Across level fields and mountain heights, Our forebears before us were triumphant, Firing boldly beneath the fair bright banner Through the fields of bullets and horns. And by the grace of God not a shred of our freedom Is lost, our hearts are true without a word of lie; Hoping for life, in joy or in sorrow, With a blade at the ready for our cause. [Chorus] We are the Soldiers of Destiny, Pledged to Ireland, Some of our host Have come to us from across the waves. Sworn to be free, Our ancient land henceforth Shall shelter neither tyrant nor slave. Tonight we step into the gap of danger, For love of the Gaels, to death or life, With rifles' screech amid the hail of bullets, Come forth, sing The Soldiers' Song. O band who did not wait for law or assembly, Down with the purpose of brave men; Through the midst of arms they pressed on boldly, And by their blows silenced their foes' glory. And now that our day has come from across the sea, From the bondage of oppression and exile, O Prince of the warriors, our land is ready, With a blade at the ready for joy. [Chorus] We are the Soldiers of Destiny, Pledged to Ireland, Some of our host Have come to us from across the waves. Sworn to be free, Our ancient land henceforth Shall shelter neither tyrant nor slave. Tonight we step into the gap of danger, For love of the Gaels, to death or life, With rifles' screech amid the hail of bullets, Come forth, sing The Soldiers' Song.