Buachaill An à ‰irne

Buachaill o/n e/ireann me/'s bhe/as faoi fe/in caili/n deas o/g,. Ni/ iarr fain bo/ spre/ le/ithe ta/ me/ fe/in saibhir go leor,. 's liom corcaigh 'a/ mhe/id e/ dha/ thaobh a ghleanna 's tir roghain,.

Bruach Na Carriage Baine

Broken Pieces

Broken pieces everywhere. I stole my mind, and found I care. Running on the morning tide. Something you would say to me. . We drank the waters of delight.

Bridge, A

Time came around and I was in need. You came by my side, all my troubles to ease. You collected my heart, healing the past. You'll never lay down [unverified] and I can count on you.

Brian Boru's March

Brian Boru Anniversay 2014. . Brian Boru, one of the greatest and coolest high kings of ireland, will have his 1000 year anniversary on Good Friday in 2014 and we're having a party to cheer him on his way..

Blackstairs

Cold, blue eyes, they look through me. Stare those eyes at me. . You must be one of those girls. Who live on the blackstairs. Yes, you must be one of those girls.

Bhean A Ti

irig suas a thogha na bhfear,. Is cuirig pce 'r bharr gach cleith.. Is leagaig sos iad lucht an droch-chro. Agus cuirig dl na Frainc' ar bun.. Agus bhean a' t, cn bhuairt sin ort?.

Berbers, The

Berbers

Before I Go

Battles

Banba Oir

Both two hands. Of noble people. Write the ogham. In golden ireland. . In young company. Noble of nature. Desire of music. In golden ireland. . Ring forts of rock.

Bacah Shile Andai

An raibh tu I gcill alla no caislean a' bharraigh,. Bhfaca tu campai a bhi ag na francaigh?. . Curfa. Mise 'gus tusa 'gus ruball na muice 'gus bacach shil' andai..

Bacach Shile Andai

An raibh tu I gcill alla no caislean a' bharraigh,. Bhfaca tu campai a bhi ag na francaigh?. . Curfa. Mise 'gus tusa 'gus ruball na muice 'gus bacach shil' andai..

Born Naked

(RuPaul). Who you waitin' for, another savior. Always lookin' but you never find, never find. Wakin' up from another night gone. Always lookin' but you never find, never find.

Blinking Tears

Once there was time. It lay in front of me. With tendrils and curves of what was yet to be. Afraid of the beast, not in the least. . A heart for a brain and lips sweet again.

Bittersweet

Lock of time hidden in my breath. Of things real and things I've dreamt. Holding hearts in balance it is like. Maybe we were once intertwined. Raising souls up to the moon as we.

Broken Promise Land

We built this city with our hands. And called it broken promise land. I heard the whispers on the wind. They told me how all this would end. . Pick a point on the horizon.

Basta

o estômago no coração. uma estrela pra pegar com a mão. mais um livro fora do lugar. um copo d' água para transbordar. . uma bússola em vez de relógio.

Brans Freestyle

Who wants to taste my general tso...you want to taste my general tso. I'm-a give it to you now. Who like my chopstick. hit you when I shit with my little-ass dick. Yellow.