Thursday, 28 July 2016

Nathanna cainte deasa

Níl aon néal ort
There’s no flies on you
Caithfidh tú dul leis an sruth
You must go with the flow
Beidh mé ag súil le Dia
I will cross my fingers
Caithfidh mé neartú ar na maidí anois
I have to really pull up my socks
Ceapaim go bhfuil mo phort seinnte leis an rud sin
I think I’m finished with that
Níl aige ach an focal mór
He’s all talk
Ní féidir leat corraí a bhaint asam
I’m as cool as they come
Níl an dara rogha agam
I have no choice
Ar mo leabhar breac
I swear
Níl aon teora liom
There’s no stopping me
Ní chuirfidh sé sin isteach nó amach orm
That won’t bother me at all
Lig mé na maidí le sruth agus theip mé sa scrúdú
I let things go and failed the test
Níl faic ná ngrást á dhéanamh agam le haghaidh an samhraidh
I’m not doing a thing for the summer
Dia leat
Bless you
Tá an diabhal ar an aimsir
The weather is awful
Tharla sé i mbéal na séibe
It happened out of the blue
Níl mé ar fónamh inniu
I’m under the weather
Fuair mé focal na faire
I was warned
Ghread liom abhaile
I went off home
Tháinig sé leis in aon philéar amháin
He blurted it all out
Réab léi síos an bóthar
She tore off down the road

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