Ar Bhóthar i gCósovó by Áine Áine's Comments: I wrote this song after hearing a story on the radio about a Kosovar woman whose infant died while the family was being expelled from their village and pushed to the country's borders during the war in Kosovo. The mother had to bury the baby in the snow on the roadside because she was not allowed to stop long enough to dig a grave. Slán leat, slán agat a stór Caithfidh mise le gabháil ar aghaidh Tusa i do choladh go deo Mise mo dheacaireacht óró Slán leat, slán agat a chroí Béarfaidh mise daghaidh mar bheo Tusa i do leachtán chomh fuar S mé ar mo chosán chomh corrach Slán leat, slán agat manamsa Bíodh fhios agat go mbeidh do scéal I mo lámh s mo bhéal go dtí An domhan ar fad bí daithne Slán leat, slán agat a leanbhán Coladh sámh is suaimhneach a h-óbó Ná bí buartha mar bheidh mé Ar ais uair inteacht a h-óró Áine Cooke (1998)
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