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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0tYHz5mk4I&start=30&end=40,"{""label"":""Gartan mother's lullaby"",""href"":""https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v0tYHz5mk4I&start=30&end=40""}",The music features a female voice singing with a reverb effect and out of tune. An acoustic guitar accompanies the singer with chords and arpeggios. In the background a synth sound that resembles an instrument with strings plays arpeggios.,2010-08-27T16:31:05Z,guabar,"Canción de cuna irlandesa, grabada en Buenos Aires, Argentina, por Guadalupe Barúa y Gustavo Fuentes, en agosto de 2010.

Sleep, O Babe, for the red bee hums,
The silent twilights fall.
The Banshee from the Grey Rock comes
To wrap the world in thrall.
My baby o, my child, my joy,
My love, my  heart's desire.
The crickets sing you lullaby
Beside the dying fire.
Dusk is drawn and the Green Mans' thorn
Is wreathed in rings of fog;
the  fairy sails his boat till morn
Upon the starry bog.
My baby o, the paly moon
Hath brimmed her cusp in dew,
And weeps to hear the sad sleep tune.
I sing, my love, to you.
Sleep, O Babe, for the red bee hums,
The silent twilights fall.
Faintly sweet doth the chapel bell 
Ring o'er the valley dim: 
Tearmann's peasant-voices swell 
In fragrant evening hymn. 
My Baby O, the low bell rings 
My little lamb to rest 
And angel-dreams, till morning sings 
Its music in your breast. 
Sleep, O Babe, for the red bee hums,
The silent twilights fall...


Duerme bebe, porque la abeja roja zumba la caída del crepúsculo silencioso
La banshee viene de la piedra gris, para envolver al mundo en esclavitud,
Mi bebe, mi niño, mi alegrìa, mi amor y el deseo de mi corazòn,
Los grillos cantan tu arrullo, al lado del fuego que agoniza.

El crepúsculo es arrastrado y la espina del Hombre Verde se trenza en anillos de bruma,
El hada navega su barco hasta la mañana, en el Pantano estrellado,
Mi niño, la luna pàlida rebosò su cúspide en rocìo,
Y llora por oír esta canciòn de cuna, yo canto mi amor por ti.

La campana de la capilla suena dèbil y dulcemente sobre el valle oscuro,
El campesino de Tearmann alza su voz, en el himno de la tarde fragante
Mi bebe, la campana grave suena, hasta que mi pequeño cordero descanse,
Y canta sueños de àngel, su música en tu pecho.

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