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vocaloid-as-gaeilge · 1 year ago

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Graifití Cumalainimbeas (Sekiran'un Graffiti)

Ceol: ryo

Liricí: Dixie Flatline

Bunteideal: 積乱雲グラフィティ (Cumulonimbus Graffiti)

Amhránaí: Hatsune Miku

Téann múr báistí thar bráid

Fliuch báite, seasaimid go socair

Tá beagáinín boladh samhraidh ann

Seo linn, téimis as ar turas

Áit éigin i bhfad

Is cuma cé mhéad am a téann thart,

Tá na mothúcháin seo inár gcroíthe

Leanfaimid ag mair

Grá agus ceol, níl uainn ach iad

Mar tá gach rud a bhfuil uainn

Ionaim

Tá an fharraige ag druidim

Mar seo, b’fhéidir go mbeimid in ann dul ag snámh

Osclaímis na fuinneoige go léir,

Ag seoladh ar an ngaoth, téimis pé áit a bhfuil fonn air

An crónán as-tiúin sin,

Agus an droch-jóc sin,

Níl siad go dona

Fiú má athróidh an domhan seo lá éigin,

Trasnóimid an t-oíche agus fillfimid anseo

Déanfaimid cinnte faoi sin

Déanann tú gáire, ag pleidhcíocht

Ag cur i gcéill beagáinín, fillim é

I rith na laethanta ag téigh thart

Leanann na snáithidí cloig ag ticeáil,

Cad a creidfidh tú as seo amach?

Tá sé sin, bhuel,

Is cuma cé mhéad am a téann thart,

Tá na mothúcháin seo inár gcroíthe

Leanfaimid ag mair

Grá agus ceol, níl uainn ach iad

Tá gach rudaí thábhachtacha agat,

Ón dtús,

Ionat

#vocaloid #gaeilge #irish #translation #project diva #vocal synth #irish language #hatsune miku #miku #miku hatsune #hatsune #vocaloid hatsune #mikuhatsune #vocaloid miku

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quietus-system · 2 years ago

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Cloig

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💀 the-skull

THE SKELETON WAR

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tiarnanabhfainni · 3 years ago

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ok simplifying a lot here for the sake of brevity but the genetive case of christmas in irish really does my head in.

key to understanding this, is that words in Irish mutate depending on their relationship to the words around them. and these mutations often follow specific patterns or otherwise the language would be impossible to learn.

aou are what are called broad vowels (ie are slender)

normally* when a word finishes in a consonant that is preceded by a broad vowel, it mutates to signify the genitive case by adding an i.

so amhrán becomes amhráin, clog becomes cloig, sagart becomes sagairt, doras becomes dorais etc.

normally* when a word finishes in a consonant and slender vowel combo it mutates by adding an e on the end of the word

so áit becomes áite, aois becomes aoise, céim becomes céime, cuairt becomes cuairte etc.

the word for christmas in irish is nollaig. based on the previously related facts you might assume that in the genitive case, it would become nollaige. it does not. for some baffling and unknown reason the irish word for christmas basically decides to act like it is a broad-vowel ending word but IN REVERSE.

so nollaig does not become nollaige but INSTEAD becomes nollag in the genitive case. just because. it is a very silly word and it annoys me.

*there are exceptions to these patterns but they don't behave like nollaig so they're irrelevant

p.s. im not getting into the added details of how the genitive case interacts with definite articles

p.p.s. i am also not touching on how declensions play into this except to say that nollaig is in the 5th declension, the worst and most nonsensical of all the declensions. (1 and 2 are my favourites)

p.p.p.s. i am not a teacher and this is not a very good or thorough explanation of the genitive case

#gaeilge #irish language #ireland #hello international viewers feel free to skip this #monarchana does a similar thing where instead of acting like a normal word in the 4th declension #it does the third in reverse #so it changes to monarchan #5th declension is code for 'this word is stupid and doesn't follow the rules'#see traein becoming traenach which is so beyond the bounds of what you expect that it borders on ridiculous #im sure theres a linguistic explanation somewhere but i dont care

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worldofvanatas · 3 years ago

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The Emperor and the Child

Don was never a particularly popular boy. In his mind, it seemed to stretch all the way back to his birth, when he wasn’t popular enough with his parents for them to bother raising him. The other boys at the Ó Cloigeann Salian Boarding School for Huenarnoan Boys didn’t seem to like him much either. They bested him at ergyd, not that he much cared for the sport. Most subjects bored him as well, with one exception. When he was younger, he was very good at remembering Salian history and politics; he could speak for hours on end about how Íadal mac Cloige united distant Salia, or how Arth map Duny conquered even more distant Lathadu. Then, for no obvious reason, he lost heart in his old passion. The one thing he cared about, gone.

This seeming lack of talent turned away every prospective adopter. They usually chose the academiacs, the ergyd captains, the ones who had a chance of becoming someone in the outside world. 19 years old, with not one person taking notice of him, he spent his time doodling whatever passed his mind. Sometimes they would be of what he learned back when he listened to classes, other times creatures or people he created in his own mind. And he did so whenever he pleased; he would draw a loroon-hawk hybrid while the teacher taught Salian linguistics; he would sketch the chimeric god Cuiv, with his vulpine head, corvid body, and serpentine tail, while the rest of the boys prayed at his shrine; and he would draw Múinteoir uasal Chroí with a less concealing garment while she lectured about biology. So it should come as little surprise that when Mainri Higari, Emperor of Huenarno, the most powerful native in the Salian Colonial Government, came to visit the Boarding School, Don showed little interest. Indeed, he was in the process of doodling Higari trampled by livestock when the man entered the room. While everyone else stood to show their respect to the emperor, he was finishing off the last details of the ground sloth defecating on the man’s mangled skull. His seeming disregard for Higari was not lost on anyone in the room. Students held their breath. Múinteoir Fforth was furious when the boy refused to show his respect to His Greatness, threatening to drag him out by his hair. But before the teacher could make true of his promise, the Emperor held up his hand, and the room went silent. Higari, with clothing that is the closest approximation of casual one can get from an emperor in public, strode up to the rebellious teen. He casually stole a chair from a nearby standing student who could do nothing to stop him and sat next to Don. Don, for his part, continued doodling with distant interest in the man beside him. “Hello,” greeted Higari, “may I see what you have drawn?” This got the attention of the boy. Not many had asked to see his drawings, and even fewer had been indulged. But in an effort to get a rise out of the person who dared bother him, Don passed the notebook to Higari. He stared at the page for a beat. Everyone in the room held their breath. And he laughed. He laughed and laughed and laughed like it was the funniest thing the man had seen in his whole life. No one quite knew how to react. Students who were still standing eyed each other or looked to Múinteoir Fforth for guidance. The teacher, for his part, was simply dumbfounded, his mind struggling to comprehend what just occurred. Perhaps the most important reaction would be from Don. And he was very, very confused. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of the Child of the Dragonfly’s show. Finally, Higari calmed down enough to actually speak coherently. He wiped a tear from his eye, and sighed. “I must say, young man, you have quite the artistic talent. May I attach a name to your work?” “ . . . Don mac Duine,” the boy responded. “Wel-” “Y-Your Magnificence - sorry for interrupting you, I didn’t mean to disrespect you, I just realized that I hadn’t addressed you prop-” “Don,” Mainri said softly but firmly, which stopped his rambling. “If anything would offend me here, it would be your imagining of a ground sloth shitting on my broken skull.” A few of the other boys, who were still standing, snickered at this. Fforth shushed them, still not sure how to handle his most loathed student being noticed by the Emperor himself. “Ah, but here it is too public for conversation,” Higari decided. “Múinteoir?” The teacher snapped to attention. “I’m sure you wouldn’t mind if I took Don off your hands for a moment, hm?” “Of course not, Your Magnificence, Child of the-” The emperor was already walking past him, the young man in tow. The teacher and the student exchanged a look, one of severe uncertainty, before the younger of the two followed the greater of the three. In the relative solitude of the library, the emperor and the child talked. The former asked questions of the latter, about himself. He told the well-dressed man about his times at Ó Cloigeann’s, his likes and dislikes, his favorite teachers and subjects, his friends, lack thereof. Eventually, the conversation shifted to his future. “Eh, don’t really have much of a future, I think. In all honesty, you’re the only person who’s shown any interest in me, beyond a sense of pity for the strange boy.” “No prospective families?” Higari asked with a sympathetic face, one that actually seemed genuine to Don. When he shook his head, Higari smiled and replied “I feel the same in a way.” When Don looked confused, Higari shrugged. “Between you and me, I’ve never really been interested in pairing with another in marriage. Not out of principle, mind you, I simply never felt that way about anyone else. Of course, as - ugh - ‘Child of the Dragonfly’, I’m expected to produce an heir for the stability of the empire and our . . . magnanimous overlords’ government.” He made a face Don couldn’t quite parce. “In my mind, though, family need not be related. Bonds of mind can be millions of times more sturdy than ones of blood, for while the latter is static and given, the former is dynamic and earned. “Ah, but you have been given more than enough lectures, no?” Higari got up and stretched, limited by his tight, formal attire - which, Don noted, looked rather old and faded. “I have business to attend to - boring stuff, negotiations with the governor - but it was nice to speak to you. I’m sure I can find time in my schedule, and in yours, to meet you again.” Before Don could take in anything he just said, Higari turned around and walked out the room, leaving Don alone in the dusty, dark library, left to try to make sense of the most powerful man in the city talking to the least.

#vanatas #world of vanatas #huenarno #salia #ic #worldbuilding #short story

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raelynne · 7 years ago

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charlie-mcavoy · 8 years ago

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grá Mall

Inis do do mháthair go bhfuil tú sean go leor Tá tú tar éis foghlaim conas a bheidh Nuair nach bhfuil an fhírinne go leor Ach is féidir liom a fheiceáil ceart tríd tú Ceart trí do chnámha Chun do chroí beating Cá bhfuil do eagla bhaile

Más mian leat dul, téigh go tapa Má tá tú bréag gonna dom, ach a rá go bhfuil Má fhágann tú ag iarraidh a, a rá ansin, Ach más mian leat grá, grá mall

Tóg an cloig as na ballaí Cas em trí uair an chloig ar ais Toisc má tá grá le cine, mhaith liom teacht i seo caite Is féidir leat siúl 'go dtí deireadh an ama Ach go bhfuil féinmharú rómánsúil Tá muid ag iarraidh ach dhá páistí dul ag An bhfuil tú ag dul a ag mo thaobh?

Más mian leat dul, téigh go tapa Má tá tú bréag gonna dom, ach a rá go bhfuil Má fhágann tú ag iarraidh a, a rá ansin, Ach más mian leat grá, grá mall grá mall

Oh oh ligean breathe beagán Oh oh bheith linn i lár Oh oh Níl mé ag fágáil leideanna le riddle Ba mhaith liom ach leat

Más mian leat dul, téigh go tapa Agus má tá tú bréag gonna dom, ach a rá go bhfuil Má fhágann tú ag iarraidh a, a rá ansin, Ach más mian leat grá, grá mall

#my music

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